Chaosness

Acceptance.

Hmmm.

Care to embrace the world's light? Let us dance among the river folk; they know how to be grateful. Come along, open your mind to the beauty of the world.

Feral children run through my mind, howling like wolves to the sound of sunlight.

This is why mathematics will never make sense to me. Like the Oreo biscuit that never gets dunked, the last piece of pizza that never gets eaten [my GOD I am hungry], the spirit that never understands how to leave behind a life, the bicycle with the broken wheel that will never be ridden, the child that will never be truly appreciated, my mind will never accommodate for mathematical concepts.

I had my maths exam today, by the way. I also started doing biology homework, but as you can see, I got distracted.

People confuse me. (As does maths, did I mention that?) Why would anyone invite me to a party, knowing full well that I am an antisocial mouse of a person? Why does my post keep saving itself? Is it worried for its legacy like Macbeth? Don't worry post, I won't delete you. You shall be immortal in the cyberical world. But did the post know that the over population of people will kill us all? That is truly amazing- it could be my biology teacher.

Why yes, I did just write half a page of crap.

So anyway, today's topic is acceptance. I'll write it in bold so it's nice and easy for you to see.

I was watching Dr Phil- come now, don't judge- and the debate was about fat. The Fat Debate, to be exact. There was a doctor and a personal trainer from the Biggest Loser, as well as a person from the 'National Fat Acceptance Association', and some authors of books with titles that basically paint skinny people as villains and horizontally larger people as victims of a world of crazy dieting. So in summary, the debate was about the acceptance of obesity in society.

Personally, (and this is my blog, so it is only my opinion that matters- I don't quite understand why I'm trying to be so diplomatic) it disgusts me that people would accept the risking of health as the new norm. Yes, obesity is highly prevalent in countries such as America and Australia especially, but accepting this is just stupido sekali. It's like accepting AIDs as part of everyday life in Africa. The minute we stop fighting for improvement because we're just too tired is the day society goes downhill. To quote Martin Luther King Jnr., 'Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about the things that matter.'

I just cannot believe they have an organisation that openly supports obesity.

Excuse me while I weep for humanity a little.

Let me indulge in a change of topic. The Shark Net, written by Robert Drewe, is quite possibly the most event-less book in history. It is an autobiography focussed during the times of the Eric Cooke murders, when the whole of Perth was paralysed with fear; and despite the drama of emotions that were possibly circulating at the time setting of the book, Drewe manages to make the whole affair a dull 400 pages of blunt, unappealing, adjective less prose. BUT he does manage to present a few fascinating characters- himself included, I admit. But only because he is obsessed with the idea that he killed his mother. I love all that over analysed psychotic mind jargon- such as Sally Cooke, widow of Eric Cooke. There isn't much mention of her in the book, but there are 5 or so pages dedicated to her feelings about her role as Cooke's wife. It is stated that because she planted petunias when her daughter died, and she went window shopping when her sister died that she has the GIFT OF ACCEPTANCE. I wrote that in capital letters because it is what I seek most in life.

Enough! May the wind ever be at your back and the ground ever at your feet.

Happy days.