The thing about epidurals

Ohhhhh, finally. Thoughts are like wine; you learn to savor their alluring nature. You can press your grapes as fast and efficiently as you would like to; it won’t make the wine taste better sooner. Regardless of the attempts to allude to your truth, striking the balance of entertaining the thought enough to not lose track of it is a dance that you can pick the music to. You engage in tango and swing.  

And if you’re very patient – I'm talking homeless-beggar-level of persistence - you reap the delicious benefits and dine opulently, which I get to do now – God bless. It does take a toll on you when you get challenged by yourself and make the impossible possible. It’s here, waiting to be formed by you after months and hours of contemplation. All of a sudden, it tastes just right.  

Epidurals saved my life. They kept me going. Day in and day out. When I understood that there are people walking the face of the earth who deny women epidurals, because it is “not nature’s way”, I found hope again. To build a social construct of oppression, around the only minority making up half of the world’s population, requires surgical precision. Centuries of research to empower their doubts and operate where it hurts the most.  

How really, retarded. 

God gave me eyes to see, and since he didn’t show me how to use them, I like to see things my way and any other way is stupid and I don’t like you for disagreeing with me when I was made after his image and not you. And you can ask my momma and papa and my teacher and all of them say the same: I am better than you. Now stop scaring the hell out of me and listen to what I have to say otherwise I will use the only thing that I have more of, bone density, to my advantage.  

How retarded, really.  

Let‘s ignore all of the efforts, put ourselves down and get pushed around. Pretty please, tell me how to live my life. I won‘t like it but why should I inconvenience the bigger man. I know a hundred ways to get where I want, it‘s just that the idiot doesn‘t know any. Whatever, man. I‘m going to head off. You do you and I will do you, too, why would I need to do I! What does it even mean to be tired when you have been given everything – a soulless attempt at life? 

Really, how retarded.