Today is the most important day in the life of every good inhabitant of this city. It's the day of its patron saint Sebastian, which it's named after (in Spanish, that is), and therefore as good an occasion as any to get drunk. From midnight the 19th till midnight the 20th, the city is filled with colourful parades, even more than Reykjavík in Gay
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it seemed rather pointless like by you, it was a mere agony. But then I got pregnant. Nine months without the bleeding agony (and some months after giving birth, too) were "compensated" by about 12 hours of ever augmenting pain of the same character, only more intensive, exaggerated. But as it had an aim that I was looking forward to, I did'nt really feel sorry for myself, it was some kind of a joyful agony, somewhat like the last, strenous part of a mountain hike. Besides, the best remedy was the father of the baby's massage when the pain was at its peak. And then the beautiful little girl, lying there beside me, just us two. Approaching the end of my damned periods, I have my regrets, believe it or not, and the two babies I
gave birth to (and some other aspects of being a woman!) physically and mentally compensated for all the inconveniences I as a woman have to endure at least half of my life. In fact, if I had the choice of doing it all over again or do without womanhood, with my experience today, I would not exchange the inconveniences for the joy of being a woman. Furthermore, by having babies, as an extra bonus, you get rid of most of the young woman's period pain.
By the way, you must have an awful mother who hasn't told you any of
this yet, poor girl in the dark ...
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I would just like to point out that since the writer of this journal is neither stupid nor American, it is likely that she knows of the 'joys of womanhood'. Allow people to have an opinion next time, 'girl'.
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Thanks for the nice thought, anyway :)
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it being your mother makes the whole entry make slightly more sense :D
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