Which Reminds Me

I remember when I was living in California at one time I was rooming in the 1980s, one of my roommates was a person named Anne, and this Anne, who was from Huntington Beach, I can't remember her last name at the moment, who I remember her saying that if she did not get married she might take matters into her own hands and get herself a child by artificial means. I don't know happened to Anne later, whether she did that or not, but that was a strange and rather shocking thought to my mind. I could not imagine myself ever doing that but then again, well, come to think of it, didn't the Virgin Mary submit to the will of God so that the child Jesus would not be born of the will of man but of the will of God. It is hard for us humans to understand the full significance of the virgin birth, and yet there would no Christmas without the virgin birth of Jesus. In all of these two thousand years since that time, the virgin birth has remained a most sacred mystery. It has only been in the last 20 or 30 years that suddenly hundreds, maybe thousands of children all over the world have been born to anonymous sperm donors, possibly even some to virgin mothers. Who knows? This is because of recent advances in scientific research have made the practice of artificial insemination possible and affordable to wealthy persons wanting children. Who am I to say what those people should or should not have done? Why are you asking me? Who am I to say how society should manage this new phenomenon? Just because Anne made this comment to me, that does not mean that I would know how to properly comment on such a controversial subject, so easily twisted into some other thing I don't recognize. I had not given that much thought because, really, it would not be practical for me, not being so financially independent as to experience that firsthand by taking on a dependent. But it certainly is food for thought, this new phenomenon that most certainly could affect society in ways that we perhaps cannot fully imagine at this time.

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I wouldn't think of saying anything else, but since I can't stop the rain, I might as well note the peculiar notions of the Saword family, who seem to imagine themselves as the only persons able to Say (a) Word on any subject. That whiny little crybaby, whose name was Jackie, was at least adopted by them so perhaps she imagines she has an excuse for trying our nerves with similar shrill screeches. But I am only a schoolmate of theirs so I do not have to take them home with me and listen to them all of the time. I left the SayWords back there in the schoolyard where I remember them last and see no reason to change this orderly scheme of things, not after all of that Canadian chaos. How ridiculous. If Dawn and company cannot forgive my one or two little outbursts, and in fact blew themselves up into a colossal Anglo-Saxon nuisance, hiding themselves behind a veil of stupid representation, there would be no reason for me to dignify their ridiculous accusations with anything resembling these bizarre imaginings propounded by them. That was just not the way I remember things. Not even close. Sorry.

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Carol has  lot of nerve accusing me of something. Who knows what other games she was playing behind my back. Should I feel guilty that her head is probably full of racy French literature that I wouldn't know anything about? There she is pretending to represent higher education, and the only spokespeople presuming to represent her are a bunch of burned out rock stars whose music careers are definitely on the downhill side of everything, rock stars who had their day and were left behind in the scenery to eat our dust, rock stars partly made of Guatemalan corn tortillas I presume. Ha ha ha! So maybe those rock stars have lots of money but they only spend it on themselves. It is not like they would ever do us any favors which is why I would brush them off as not to be taken too seriously. There is more to life than high school.

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It certainly was not my idea to play spin the bottle. I never would have thought of that but as I was visiting at Carol's house and Carol had a bunch of people from the neighborhood in her front yard and Carol decided that we should play this game, it would seem sort of awkward not to play along to some degree. I don't remember anyone taking their clothes off. Maybe one guy took off his belt.  Even so, I did not like being put in that position of feeling myself obligated to play along with this game of which my parents would really not approve if they had known. Carol is not very picky about who her friends might be and what games she wants to play. I would caution against getting too involved with the Sancho Panza family as they are sort of weird and two-faced.

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And how is it that complete strangers are getting in my face and commenting on personal subjects such as how I spend my money and so forth? Who are you to question me in any way? You are nothing in my opinion, just a stupid busybody who happens to have heard some bit of gossip from some ignoramus and twisted everything around into some weird configuration not reflective of any reality of which I am even vaguely aware. You sell me out a redhead Yankee slave of these mean and nasty U.K. Anglo-Saxon dogs to gratify your Chicano La Raza voter base and then you question why there is no profit involved for the U.S. What is wrong with you stupid people anyway? I refuse to entangle myself in these ridiculous arguments of no interest to me. Get off my back!

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Yes, maybe I should feel sorry for this delinquent trash Dr. Cruz, but whether she ought to submit her butt to Teen Challenge control is beyond the scope of my commentary. I cannot imagine why anyone would be even thinking about that but since you are begging all these questions, I have to imagine that some demonically controlled people might see it that way.

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I might be a bit cranky but I don't think that I ever attacked an officer. I will not admit that much guilt. I might be guilty of some things but not everything. I don't appreciate often find myself being "baited" when obviously I sort of know that is a play on words, our distant cousins' surname being Bates. So obviously I always find it a very bad joke, in very poor taste, whenever I find myself "baited."

Anyway, am I some sort of goddess that I should sacrifice my life and personal happiness to cover up the wickedness of a shrill hag named Stephanie? No, the sacrifice of me was not necessary. God forgives her anyway so why should I be involved in any way? And anyway, I find it unbelievably weird that Edmundo would name his own daughter after that mean and nasty Anglo-Saxon U.K. dog. But then again maybe I am confused. Maybe he had some other Stephanie in mind. I really wouldn't know.

And anyway, didn't that Connie Sol have quite the rotten attitude? I really don't like them that much but they are my high school classmates so I must be polite anyway. I really don't care what they do. Need I explain the misery of high school?

And why all this nonsense about TWA vs. Panam? Am I a stewardess that I should serve you dinner? I really don't like to be distracted this way. It gives them too much control and you are helping them too much. It gives the mistaken impression that they are always right when actually they are only distracting attention from their own mistakes. I think they should learn to stop bothering me and get their own lives underway.