Monday, February 21, 2005

I no longer want to know...

What I know. Where's Dumbledore's penseive when I need it? I want to go back to my naivete. I want to live life like a soccer mom, blissfully unaware of what the 'lucky pierre' is. I want to not know people who have had more sexual partners in one weekend than I have had in my entire life. Or at least if I know them, I don't KNOW that fact. I don't want to know about these robotic sex machines* - way beyond the average vibrator. I want to think that woman on top is pretty wild, and if I'm REALLY looking for something exciting, I'll read Cosmo. I don't want to know that the excessive acne on a homeless guy is a sign of probable heroin addiction.** I don't want to know that the crazily sunken cheeks that I see on people on the streets is a result of the HIV medication they are taking. I want to think that sex with my huband twice a week with a 3rd time for special occassions is pretty good. I don't want to have to justify myself to anyone about why I don't think one night stands are good things. About why I'm not running right out and hooking up with every guy who looks twice at me. It isn't that I want to live life like an ostrich with my head in the sand, but honestly I'm content with some ignorance in my world. Yet, in a strange twist of irony, Matty P wishes he only knew what I know. That's a little bit sad to me.

* Totally Moral Turpitude's fault. He sent me a link one day. If I had any idea, I wouldn't have clicked it.
** I didn't actually know that until tonight. I was observing a gentleman outside Starbucks and MP asked me why I was watching him and I said that I was wondering what it is that causes that much acne on a probably homeless guy and MP told me probably heroin. So that one is 100% my fault.

5 comments:

Stephen said...

Naivete is swell until you discover reality and then you aren't so naive anymore.

What's the problem? Well, to discover reality, you've got to lose your naivete, and since you were naive before, you probably discovered it the hard way.

End result... big mistakes.

At least that's the way I've learned :)

Oh and btw, those statistics are scary ;)

Putnawa said...

And it's a little bit sad to me, too.

Peeved Michelle said...

Sorry. I sent Moral Turpitude that link first.

Peeved Michelle said...

Also, twice a week... HAHAHAHAHA!

Joanne said...

I knew you had sent Moral Turpitude that link. I was trying to protect your virtue or something... :) I also knew I'd get the married people laughing with twice a week.