So, yesterday [4.2.05] about 2:40ish, we lost the Pope. I heard he was a good Pope so that's sad. The Pope's Puappet is now Popless... how hopeless it sounds... Well, I'm not one that's concerned with 'god' but I am concerned with people... my mother told me to pray and I gave her an answer that shocked her and then she told me I was my fathers child, to that a simple, duh sufficed.
I went to Greg's house too. I really like it there. Not that we have much freedom but the whole ambiance. The little kid, Andrew, Dewy, was there. What a spazola. lol. As all littel kids are. And then I saw the most amazing thing ever. Greg's mom in action. The little kid was being a brat and she was just Uber Mom. I've never seen such a thing happen. It was good to watch. She was nice and tickled him. I just remember her beign very nurturing. I wanted to watch more but the moment ended... I was in awe though. She was just natural at it. And then I thought about Greg's childhood. How it must have been good. I sat there watchign, imagining a little Greg being spastic and then his mom coming to settle him down. And then I thought about his Dad. He isn't there a lot but he still is a good father. Witty, smart, involved... the whole thing was surreal. I desperately wanted to see more, just observe. And then it hit me, I could never have children. If I did I would want to be just like Greg's mom. I could never be though. I don't have it in me. Greg would be a good father though. Saw him in action with my own two eyes. But I could never do it. I left feeling crappy... but with a smile. I left thinking as I almost always do.
Posted at 02:07 pm by
wrecked
