The Daily Antics of a Hopeless Meanderer

Mother nature versus mother nurture

Just to appease my inner reclusive social hermit I had to get away from it all for a moment. I admit, I've been unfaithful. My journal and I went on a romantic excursion yesterday afternoon. :-) This weekend has been absolutely filled to the brim with fulfilled intentions of "we should get together sometime and catch up". And admittedly, it's exponentially better having that "warm fuzzy feeling" that comes from friendship bonds.

On a side note, as my mind often wanders off during class, church, and every other various situation possible, I realized that I'll never have an adorably sweet baby with blonde ringlets. He or she might be adorable and or sweet (I suppose those two could be mutually exclusive traits), but she'll never be blonde, as it's a recessive allele. Obviously this would sound insane to everyone else who has not lived my life, but I know Bella would understand. 18 years of living in a demographically Caucasian, suburban town has ironically erased race. No one ever treated me as if I were different, so I never had any cause to think I was. The whole issue never even occured to me until the first week of college when the clerk at the counter of the department store blatantly assumed after looking at me that I must not speak English and so of course, treated me like I was hard of hearing and stupid. It was absolutely absurd and ignorant, but somehow almost understandable, being that she was from a very small, not very assimilated rural town. That still leaves such an amazingly deep impression on me. But I digress. I was thinking, before my wild tangent, that there are many things that are completely unalterable, regardless of motive, intention or faith, and somehow that thought leaves me a little sad.

posted by Sheila @ 9/05/2004 07:02:00 AM