Hey, is it only me or there are people who see their children as young in their dreams or when they day dream.
I usually dream about a baby daughter who is full of energy, sometimes she is a sports woman, some times she is a music diva.
Don’t think I am not worried about her career either, she will be a successful professional as well.
Don’t think I am just want to see my daughter in such a vision, I have been the finalist of All Karachi Taekwondo and have participated in All Pakistan Kick Boxing Championship.
I don’t know, my woman may have conflict about my dreams.
Its natural to day dream about your children whether you are married or not.
At least this makes us realize that how much our own parents has to go through for us, which we fail to realize most of the time.
When I hold my cousin’s two-year daughter in my arms and she rests her tiny head on my shoulders with her soft downy hair nestled in the curve of my neck, i cant help but get that tingly feeling in my heart. The potpourri of Johnson & Johnson’s baby powder scent and sweet baby smell engenders in me a strong longing to be a father.
I daydream about an Aston Martin with my daughter strapped in next to me. The car is messy with ballet shoes and a discarded leotard (I just picked her up from ballet lessons), my portable library scattered all over the back seats, cd's all over the place, we are both eating chocolate, Elbow is playing and I am reminiscing about someone. I am telling her about my life and something I say sparks a nugget of poetry from her memory, suddenly it is Yeats spilling from her mouth and I am quiet and content. We are going to an art gallery, or the opera, to the ocean for surfing, or Broadway, to a rock concert. Who cares where.
If you have to dream, dream sexy - forget the kids, they **** alot and smell.
(this is a dream sans the jaguar/rolls royce.)
I am speeding down the motor way at 100 miles an hour, the window is down - I'm in a pimp-mobile, the seats are lepord print and I have subwoofers the size of small ponies. Music: Cheb-i-Sabahs govinda. Ethnic-tranceNasha Experience - 'The Calling' - (Nasha Records). I am wearing a powersuit with 3 inch black stilettos. Clickity-click.
I'm making my way home from a sucessful days graft, I left the home at 7 its 8.30. I had lunch with some potential business partners. things look good. My bank statement is blushing at the cha-ching. Magazines papers opened at articles of "Most sucessful woman of the year" (my interview). "hardest working lady of the year" etc etc. Invitations of rendezvous and networking oppotunities stacked under the seat. I stop off on the way home for a kebab. Wonder about the calories. Look down at my figure..I figure I can afford to indulge.
My daughter is wild, long jet black hair spread over the car seat. A cigarette and Jack Katz in hand. The phenomenology and ontology of crime, she muses. She is beautiful and brilliant. Of course I am still magically and absurdly 21, except maturity has brought a cigar into my hand. The Aston Martin cuts over mountain and the backs of my knees rub against leather. The friction of the wind, the friction of memories, the bitter sweet friction of things-that-should-not-be-said but I say them anyway. We are vegans and "kutti' with Hiccup over the fur. How 80s is that! We decide on Bjork and she screeches in the car.
Dreams are such an important part of life but things rarely turn out as in dreams or wishes. I too always thought of a little girl in my future, could not even imagine raising a boy child...how to relate etc....
now that I've had 3 count em 3 boys!! my goodness I cant imagine what I was THINKING!! How could I ever deal with a girl???? when boys are just such a blessing! lol!! Things change and evolve in your life...so just go with the flow and "Let it Be" lalalala
I have no daughter. I am single and free. I have interests - but all superficial. hello-hello. Mwah-mwah. See you later (be still my female heart). I have no cigar, no cigerette. I don't want someone beautiful, or perfect. Neither exist. Im not stupid enough to wait for them to happen. I bite into the kebab with vengence, no salads. No halfway house. hundred thousand-island sauce. I lick my lips. Scrunch the stained tissue.
I lean back on my seats, they are leapod print and sexy, the outside is black and blood red. It matches my lipstick, my bracelet my rimmed car-ting. My heart (how cliche) and nothing is out of place. Pedantic I. I can't afford to hiccup in my lifestyle of choice. Diamonte and car-boot-chic, weekend looks three weeks in the concrete horizon. I approve of the lepord print. Mistakes aren't my thing. I dream on. Dust the crumbs out of my wrinkles.I am thirty. I drive in my heels. Press on the accelerator. Faster. I have miles to go before I sleep.
Story cont'd......
The leopard prints have long since faded. Low-hanging clouds move briskly towards the horizon ushering in cold black rain -- harbinger of death and cancer. Absolute dead silence in my apartment -- a cozy nook in senior citizen housing complex. My apartment reeks of dead skin cells that i have been shedding since hillary duff suffered her last heart attack.
On days like these, i reminsce about my past and men in my life. Igor, a succussful russian mobster; papadopolous, the greek tycoon and who could forget Amit, the bombay ganster . Ah- the sex was mind-numbing and phenomenal. I was a high-pwered, jet-setting female exec, and they were heavy-hitting big swinging d***ks in their respective fields. We smirked at married couples, and looked down on children as spawns of Satan, the crotchfruits of sub-species dwellers in the lowest rung of social darwinism.
Meooww......
Oh, Odin and Thor are hungry. They are my persian kitties named after Norse Gods. I have 20 other cats who fill the void in my life. Sometimes when the pain from gout becomes unbearable, Thor licks the multiple layers of wrinkly folds of skin on my arm to comfort me. He is truly the god of thunder.
To be cont'd...
Dope love, I respect you as an articulate arrogant shmuck (really, its a compliment) . But this doesn't compare..read SS and take some tips. You could have run with it.
