It's been nearly five years since my last blog post (see I told you I didn't have time to blog), and I still don't have time to blog. The house is a mess, my daughter is being ignored, and I have no make up on. There is always a million things to do and none of them include taking time to blog. So, here I sit. Ignoring motherhood. Blogging.
And, I'm wondering how humans ever made it this far. We should have evolved ourselves into extinction thousands of years ago. Let's follow a human from birth to old age and explore all the times in which we as a species should have thrown up the white flag and said, "You know what? We kind of suck. Let's come back as turtles."
Birth. Well, that in and of itself should have been the end of us. It goes against the laws of physics and requires the mother's body to contort in fashions not suitable for survival and usually leaves her half broken for the rest of her life. But, let's get back to the kid. We can't feed, clean, or care for ourselves in any sort of way for quite some time. Basically, we are useless and our only functional quality is relieving our half broken mothers of their engorged breast discomfort. Survival of our species at this point seems bleak, but yet we manage purely because those squishy cheeks and delicious toes are too darn cute to give up on.
Toddlers and early childhood. I don't think I need to explain this one too much. All parents have really doubted their decision to procreate during this period, and if we would have learned at all from the lessons our elders would have taught us, we would have been extinct before the third generation of humans were ever born. But, alas, we aren't that smart, which is probably why we are still here and eat ice melt and run with scissors.
Preteen and teenage years. If a parent hasn't doubted their decision to procreate by now, then they will during this stage. During these years very few "smart" decisions are made leaving one to believe the human race is definitely doomed. Humans misuse chemical, experiment with passing personal diseases around, and live on the edge of safety taking up activities like parkour or long boarding. There is basically a total disregard for tuning into one's survival instincts, and we only place importance on... squirrel!
20's. Here is where the spawn finally starts to relieve the parents are their responsibilities of ensuring their survival. The human is finally on their own to continue to make mostly stupid decisions, but this time they do it with arrogance and energy, which is really all they got and could possibly be enough to bring down humankind with the next great invention or necessity... or Tide Pod challenge.
30's. By this time a human's arrogance has started having a reality check, which is good for our species' survival. But, we haven't quite lost enough arrogance to realize it is not a good idea to procreate, so we do... once, twice, maybe three or more times. Each time is one more nail in the coffin of why we as a species should have dwindled a long time ago.
40's. Well, by now it is all too late. The human is broken, disgruntled, and being sucked dry by those spawn they felt they needed in their 30's. I'd like to say in a human's decades to come that ones decisions and actions as a species change greatly and that is why we have managed to survive thus far, but, I really don't see that happening. The 40's are the beginning of the downward spiral towards the end, so there is no need to explore further decades. The younger humans start to ignore these elders and any chance for our species extinction is nil. Humans survive despite the wisdom of the elders.
So, for now, the humans are here, and they will continue to survive... not necessarily in a smart or prosperous manner, but they will survive. At least, until the AI they designed finally take over and are eliminates them.
