"Scribbles: Grief and Melancholy (Waiting Uselessly)"
I suddenly wanted to write a love story. And not a conventional one, though I’m not sure how unconventional I mean really.
But there are so many projects, schoolwise and otherwise, that I have to do that that probably won’t happen.
I was talking to Angie earlier about abortion.
I don’t get the “pro-life” standpoint. I get that people in general value life (though I feel like, considering the population, inflation ought to have taken hold on that), but why are unborn infants considered more valuable than mothers with established humanhood? A mother can always make more babies later, like when she has better footing on her life, or whatever the case may be. A baby? It’s going to be useful to society, maybe, in a few decades or so.
Anyway, why is a fetus so valuable to begin with? Because it is alive? There are a lot of living things people don’t value. I imagine most pro-life people eat meat, yes? Does the meat they eat not have the right to live like a baby? Maybe only humans are valuable? I can’t really say anything to that, except, wow, how egotistical. What about sperm? A huge percentage of men kill a whole bunch of sperm all the time, but every one of them had the potential to become a human being, right? Same thing with women’s eggs?
I remember being in a philosophy class, and the professor explained some kind of scenario (among others). I forgot exactly, it involved an alien that had a thing that made clones out of an astronaut by taking a bit of his skin, and this led to a moral dilemma for some people I guess. But I never had a moral dilemma for those scenarios, I always figured that either all life has value or none of it does, objectively. Of course, subjectively, I care about specific life forms, like the people I love, but I’m not claiming any moral high ground about it, I know it is subjective and irrelevant to most other people.
"Scribbles: Frustration (Some Nights)"
Semi-stale Honey Bunches of Oats knock-off cereal tastes like Life for some reason.
I miss Jasmine.
Alexocution: Star Walking the Comedy
I had a dream.
Somehow it led up to a Star Wars setting. Luke had a wife and kid (I assume he does in the expanded universe, but I don’t know anything about that), who were vaguely based on Leia combined with Michonne and Carl in Walking Dead respectively. The wife and kid were playing around, re-enacting scenes from the original Star Wars trilogy and playing with fake lightsabers (I guess?). At a certain point the wife was dressed like Darth Vader and pretending to torment the kid, then Luke came on stage and sort of played too. He seemed to get upset or something, then broke the wife’s lightsaber and went off sullenly. The wife played it off like something out of a comedy.
Later, I guess I was looking at Tumblr or something. I saw Neil Gaiman post something (which isn’t unusual, since I follow him in real life too). He commented on the scene I just described, which was apparently televised (on present day Earth?). Though Luke had assumed it would be considered offensive to some people, it turned out some group of not-well-off people had loved the show and were thanking his family. Neil Gaiman had something to say about this, though I forget what, and he went on to say that people like Luke’s wife are the ones that really care, not those dozens of boys in their control rooms (this was implied to be some sort of class of worker who sat in rooms and reported on things they saw on their several screens, or something). He related this to an event dream-him had experienced: John Adler (who in real life is John Green of the Vlogbrothers, I think my brain did a weird thing with John Green and Irene Adler because of rhyming) had bought him a pizza at some restaurant and also bought pizza for a poor family that was also there for some reason. There were pictures of the pizza, and strangely all the slices were different and looked pretty weird. I’m fairly sure one of them was just a piece of slice-shaped bread covered in barbecue sauce.
That’s all I remember. I could comment on the dream but I just woke up and bleh.
"Scribbles: Time (Brushing Teeth)"
It’s my birthday today. I feel like I had things to say, but I don’t know right now. I’m actually kind of tired. So this’ll be it.