My dearest reader,
It has been a
year.
As usual, time has
passed. Seasons have changed and beards grown. The wise have become arrogant.
The arrogant have
become stupid, the stupid have become electricians; the humble have grown wise
and the electricians have grown rich. (I guess then if you give it long enough
the humble will be rich).
And me? Since my
last post, I have blossomed into a self controlled, emotionally stable, clear
minded, clear skinned young woman; motivated by a desire to overflow my brimming
happiness and joy into the lives of those around me- forever a support to those
who suffer in dark paths I have walked and know well. I am the lamp in the
darkened room, I am the pen that God writes with, an instrument to his grace, I
know not of my future but I courageously face it with the strength of God’s
hand.
Unless of course
someone offers me a custard donut. Then I try to look disinterested for a while
and distract myself….. and -ohhh look at this intriguing and beautiful flower-
flour- dough- donuts- custard donuts- mouth- BAM diet over.
Re-read the paragraph above the one about custard donuts and replace every word starting with p with poo, s with shit, and g with grandma. We are all a bit lost, a bit lonely. The night out is a fabulous
cover up until the lights are turned on and alcohol turns green in our stomachs
and comes out our mouths in chunky bits of 12am maccas.
We are a bit
expectant of better days- we feel temporary, anticipating a future self that
will be fullfilled, happier, stronger, less alone.
And yet does it
ever come? Do we just keep chasing the carrot right infront of our nose until
we run ourselves off the cliff edge?
And who will cry
at our funeral? Our family? Our friends? And then they stop crying and they slip back into their lives- they start going to work again, picking the kids up from school, anticipating the
weekend, and then the next weekend, and the next... chasing their own
carrot…the odd memory here and there of their dead companion’s laugh, her
smile.
That is what we do
here?
Yes, it is morbid,
but is it reality? Why cover up with distractions if that is the reality? WE ARE ALONE!
SUCKED IN
I just was hoping
you’d get awfully tearful, and then be forced to answer all my dreadfully
dramatic and rhetorical questions with ‘no, christina! You are wrong! We are
meant for more!’ and then you come to the conclusion that our search is one for
God, and that we chase the carrot right through the gates of Heaven.
And then because
you come to the conclusion yourself you stick to it more than if I just tell
you straight out, and then you will get baptised and become catholic and you
never would have known that it was all because of me and I guided your thoughts
because I am a genius.
This is a whole
lot of ramble and merely messy stabs at sarcasm to confuse you into thinking I
am one step ahead- but I am also confused and don’t have a point, so I am just
being sarcastically sarcastic and it has backfired into nonsense.
Nevertheless, I
havent written in a good year and am rusty with my cohesiveness.
I promise you a
better post next time.
If you are wondering about the title it is because I am hoping it is one of those common questions people pose to Google and so my blog will pop up and the unsuspecting victims will read my post expecting some sort of recipe but ending up at this paragraph (if they have made it) and thinking 'what a terrible let down'.
Well, fine.
Here:
Pancakes:
Ingredients:
- White Wings Pancake mix (325g)
- As much water as it says on White Wings Pancake Mix (325g)
Instructions:
1. Follow the packet directions.
Happy eating!
