“sometimes i wish life was just normal or things could go back to the way they use to be……But what is normal?! maybe normal is not what life’s all about..So we just got to make the best of this abnormal world..And in this evolving world who or what can go back to the way things use to be?..But u can have sweet memories and good habits to go forward with and just adjust ourselves in a positive way no matter the circumstances”—
“Most my of my nights are spent social networking! Yeah story of my life! I find myself switching between twitter, tumblir, fb, and lately google+.. I’m at all these sites at the same time.. tweeting updating statuses, playing games, posting pics and chatting.! and yeah when something catches my eye or I’m in total agreement with a blog, post or tweet I do re-blog and re-tweet or copy and paste from one network to the next so I can share! Last night I did one of the dumbest thing ever although it was not purposely done.. I re-blogged someone I follow on tumblir and on twitter btw and pasted something I had copied earlier into his blog hence changing the words in his blog! I would just like to use this forum to apologize to you @TriniLikeSalt for my error..it was not done on purpose. My purpose of re - blogging is to share your blog not create a blog within your blog (if that makes any sense) So again I humbly apologize and promise that it wold not happen again as I now will pay particular attention to when I’m re-blogging and re-tweeting and copy and pasting between networks simply to save myself the embarrassment! Yes this has been embarrassing! Please accept my apologies!”—
What I am vexed with is the idea that, by having an abortion, a woman is somehow being unfemale and, indeed, unmotherly. That the absolute essence of womanhood and maternity is to sustain life, at all costs, whatever the situation.
My belief in the ultimate sociological, emotional and practical necessity for abortion became even stronger after I had my two children. It is only after you have had a nine-month pregnancy, laboured to get the child out, fed it, cared for it, sat with it till 3am, risen with it at 6am, swooned with love for it and been reduced to furious tears by it that you really understand just how important it is for a child to be wanted. How motherhood is a game you must enter with as much energy, willingness and happiness as possible.
And the most important thing of all, of course, is to be wanted, desired and cared for by a reasonably sane, stable mother. I can honestly say that my abortion was one of the least difficult decisions of my life. I’m not being flippant when I say it took me longer to decide what worktops to have in the kitchen than whether I was prepared to spend the rest of my life being responsible for a further human being, because I knew that to do it again - to commit my life to another person - might very possibly stretch my abilities, and conception of who I am, and who I want to be, and what I want and need to do - to breaking point. The idea that I might not - in an earlier era, or a different country - have a choice in the matter, seems both emotionally and physically barbaric.
“I hate it when I go into these depressed moods! Am I not the one who always say I’m in control of me? Yet from time to time I just dive head first into one of these moods for.. well I won’t say for no reason at all ..I’ve got alot of reasons but christ! life ain’t perfect and I work damn hard to make the best of my imperfect life..Yet still one little thing could happen or one little word or one act and there I go reminding my self of those imperfections that I strive to make better little by little living one day at time, making the best of every situation etc etc yadda yadda and BAM! This mood strikes and I ask my self if this is working ?if anything has change? if anything will change? seems the more things change the more they remain the same!!!!!”—
“It still horrifies me that people should put out food for animals on plates that they themselves use; as it horrified me at school to see boys sharing Popsicles and Palates, local iced Lollies; as it horrifies me to see women sipping from ladles with which they stir their pots.”—V.S Naipaul in the book “An Area Of Darkness”
“There is no man, however wise, who has not at some period of his youth said things, or lived in a way the consciousness of which is so unpleaseant to him in later life that he would gladly, if he could, expunge it from his memory.”—Marcel Proust (via phamv)