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| 2003 | I recall those days of my youth
when, knee-high to a protozoa, I floated lazily down the long, dark corridor
that would soon be my home. I could not have know then, of course, that
there was a whole other world awaiting me on the outside of my cozy little
1-womb home. How could I? I was little more than a pulsating blob of tissue
then, stuck inside a wetworld that could never be fully explored, largely
because of the pronounced absence of limbs or organs that seemed to afflict
me in those dark times. The days were long then -- hours upon hours spent listening to the beat of a thunderous heart and with nothing to do except those few moments of entertainment kicking at a swollen bladder. What is an embryo to do? (See my tips and tricks if you're looking for ideas). So I did what any multi-cellular organism would do under the circumstances: I grew, and grew and grew. I was born on December 5, 2003 sometime after supper.
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| 2004 | While 2003 was little more than a blur with sound effects,
2004 came in like gang-busters. For one thing, I could see ... opening my
eyes really, uh, opened my eyes. This was also the year I realized
that the whole nipple-breast construct was not actually part of me but part
of someone else. This discovery really turned my world upside down and made
me go through my first existential phase. I mean, if the breast is not a
part of me, then does it exist when I go to sleep? |
