I’m not referring to you as an old lady because you’re hair tied in a tight bun, but rather because the truth of the matter is. That in some extreme societies , you are intellectually viewed as an adult… and capable of making rather complexed decisions on you’re own. With the arbitrary objectivity and common sense, that is afforded those of you’re vast years on this earth. Which have seemingly went by in a blurr, as it was just the other day that it seems that you were running away from a giant smurf. Or indulging in a scarface- like, bath, with only that of you’re face sticking out above the suds. N, now in these societies that I speak of… you’d be walking around with the nuclear codes off in you’re tiny purse, in total control of every aspect of you’re own life as well as others. Whom would probably denied the opportunity to work, simply because you felt like discriminating against them for no justifiable apparent reason. Other than the fact that you temporarily could, because of a highly-dysfunctional, society structure. That is responsible for a disproportionate amount of collateral damage, that is arguably 99% higher than need be, because of the enabling of those that view themselves to have faar too much to loose and those without the necessary tools.
Whom, fail to realize that the indiscriminant dangers of society, could care less about the demographics of those THEY discriminate against. Much like the self discernment of those with captive minds, whom go to great lengths to save their plastic hides. Never imagining that the ultimate of equalizing phenomenons, will ever destroy the pride obtained through their achievements… both big and small. That in the end won’t make a bit of difference to them disgruntled villagers that have been set up to take the fall. However, none of this make would make any sense to you, because it was only yesterday that you were two. N, the only thing on you’re precious mind, was a big bowl of fruit loops and trying to have a good time. Until that rest is needed and it’s time to climb into bed, to rest that tight bun on the back of you’re head.
Happy Birthday, Old lady!