who decides that I get to sit around in my free time watching internet TV in my bed while other humans are standing in line for rice in refugee camps, or flying business class to Singapore, or walking their dog? It's tempting to just say "you decide that, Caitlin" and that's true. But that's not the whole story. It's just...sometimes I wonder about the strange circumstances we are born into and all the other curious things that are simultaneously occurring around the globe. For example, how did I get the "growing up in suburban Portland liking computer games, fantasy novels and playing foursquare card?" And not the "tending sheep in Mongolia riding horses around the Steppe and living in Yurts card?" I don't know, there are many things you can control about your life. The ones you don't, like out of whose womb you burst and where, simultaneously baffle and fascinate me. I mean, no one has any control over being CREATED. Someone else decides that for you. That you will exist. Isn't that...weird?
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Thats not true, you know that you decided very well out of whose womb you want to be bursted to land there with the other people who made the same decision...
Considering you're usually right about most things...this might also be true :)
eep existential crisis coming on!
Seriously though, I have these wonderments too. Cute blog :)
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