V-day special: 3 posts in 1

Ok. Now you know I love kids right? Seriously, I love kids. As long as they are someone else's though. However, I really am very uncomfortable with some of teh logs I have been coming across recently. These are the type of blogs where people post pictures of their children doing somethign cute/new and then they proceed to write a little statement about it from the perspective of the child. Consider Exhibit A. Now, I realise that this child and her exploits are pretty cute, they are even adorable at times. But, two questions come to mind immediately, who is reading this blog? and second, How do you know you are correctly interpreting the child's views on the activity at hand?

The answer to teh first question is obviously, Adults. So then , why can't you just act like a normal human and type out what you feel about your child rather than trying to paraphrase what your child might be thinking. Doesn't that make much more sense? Or is it that you run out of creativity when its your own thoughts that you have to put down. Stop hiding behind your child's bib for god sakes, its pathetic.

Secondly, in response to the second question, what are you psychic? How do you know your child loved his/her latest playdate? Maybe the asshole was stealing her toys while you "talked to another adult". How do you know they do not have a strained relationship? The fact is that you have no clue, you're just guessing and making up stories. And where I come from, that's hearsay. So sieze your weak attempts right now and go find a hobby. Anything, even reruns of Bold and the Beautiful would be better than this.

ps: thats such a cute child. awwww...
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I was just thinking, have you ever been brought to tears while reading a book? I don't mean being bored to tears by it, I mean have you ever cried or felt emotions so strong that it could have been close to tears, warranting such sadness? Cuz in all honesty, I have never come across such a work of fiction. I will admit that I have cried over other works of art however. In Grade 10, we sat down in history class one day to watch Schindler's List; this movie brought me to tears again and again. The brutality, the sadness, was unbearable. It remains one of my favourite movies of all time, but I have never watched it after the first two times. Then came another movie that made me cry, Life is Beautiful; the sheer emotions that coursed my veins throughout this movie makes me shudder even now. I cried like a child, I could not imagine the pain, the absolute horror of this man's reality. I hope you have watched these movies. They are excellent.

However, I would like to come back to books. Because I feel that I have truly been cheated; I obviously don't believe that what makes you cry or makes you sniffle will do the same to me, but I would like to atleast read a book that conveys such strong emotions to the reader. I am trying to think back and I don't think I have ever come across such a book.

Any ideas?

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4 Wishes.

1. A job. Preferably one where I make enough money to live on, and I don't hate myself for it.
2. A kick-ass apartment with a parking spot, dishwasher, air conditioners, lots of light, big closets with room for lots of shoes, ties, shirts and suits, cool neighbourhood, tiled floors, and ofcourse, charm.
3. A kitten and/or a girlfriend. (I can't believe I just typed that. That's sad, really.)
4. World peace and a shoe collection I can be proud of.