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I just re-read a draft of a post that I wrote a month ago...my first Saturday back to work. What a pile of drivel. On and on about souls and time and fairies and rainbows - when did I get so damn sucky? I do admit that having a child has opened certain doors that were previously closed (ie, empathy, the ability to cry, etc.); my capacity to love has been tested and aparently it is boundless. But, the real question is now, can I remain a cycnic? Can I beat the odds and continue to rage against the machine despite the fact that I now frequent mommy-and-me song groups and spend most of my time with a person who makes me smile like a lunatic and break into songs about Bumblebees and Fishies? Gawd, i hope so.



To be perfectly honest I know nothing of what is happening in the world these days. I haven't had a spare moment to catch up on current events in months. The women that I meet every day seem to talk only about poop, sleep, eating and marital issues so my lack of knowledge is accepted. Being in this state of complete ignorance has been a bit like a social experiment for me because my outlook has changed considerably since I became ignorant. I seem to be more succeptible to fear. Not like boogieman fear, but the magazine show, engineered fear that feeds our culture these days - the whole "them against us" fear that is driving our lives and killing our future. I think I already knew that knowlegde was power but this has given me irrefutable evidence that many of our problems could be solved with a little reading.