once..well once
I used to have a crush on Davy jones. yes you heard me, the tentacle man from potc. does she want a medal? we used to have a crush on no face didn't we? from spirited away. when he was fat and had that sexy voice and then eventually when he would just vomit on people. oh...right okay yeah that wins I guess. but why the vomiting i wonder that's a fascinating addition. well use your head girl, put two and two together. if I'm you.. or i guess if you're me.. which we are... look this is getting messy and we're tied in a knot now. do we untangle or keep going? I'm not sure.. but you were about to tell me why you found no face vomiting on everyone so hot. does there have to be a reason? i mean the idea of vomit being disgusting is entirely a construct. the idea of anything being wrong, dirty or weird is entirely made up. oh? well what about biology, our senses, what about our morals! well the biology is trickier to debate on, which makes it interesting. so our innate senses tell us that if something smells "foul" then its probably/possibly something that if ingested will make us sick. but let me ask you this...if you hand a jar of kimchi to a neanderthal is he going to eat it and call it delicious? or will he recoil (my brother reminded me of the word) from its smell? its a simple question. i mean if you leave a jar of it out in the open okay, in the savannah and hide behind a rock to watch does he pick up the thing and tuck in or will the smell of its rotting turn him off and leave it? okay maybe he sticks a finger in right? wait just hang the hell on. why are we using neanderthal? should we not use hominin? look does it really matter? I'm in a flow here.. right sorry go on i guess. Thanks. so...where even was i? so yeah okay is that something we have acquired an ability for? to overlook the rot? or what? look i could go on and on here. it makes me almost forlorn although i admit and will never deny that i regret not a single thing. however one thing i do half wish was that i studied theology after school. picture it okay. its me, age 13/14 and i was a menace in school i didn't give a shit and my mam fucking hated me in that whole era for being such a cunt. was i a "naughty girl"...look can you seriously stick to the point here you're all over the place. riiiight so this professor from a university came to the school and sold everything he had to us about this degree in catholic theology. this man...i had never been so sold on any fucking thing in my life. was it how he expressed it? was it the passion exuding from his every string of chest length grey beard, what was it? was it... i reluctantly ask, my own mind. who was begging, aching to understand what the fuck the meaning of it all is? anyway mam told me id never get a job in it so that snipped my little fire for it right in the bud. how incredible how impressionable one can be to their mothers opinions.. not just as a teenager but even far into adulthood. i wont pretend her opinion doesn't hold any sway at all. I'm not a liar, not anymore. far less sway yes but...I've come to realize that she matters to me somewhat. and so therefor, does her opinion in some way. she's a curious person. i don't believe I've had either the pleasure or displeasure of knowing anyone quite like her. except perhaps myself. as we do deviate however i found that i have picked up an idiosyncrasy or two from her. for better or worse.
