On the one hand, What's the point of putting up a picture of my baby hugging another kid? See, I wanted to make this blog about... well, everything I say may sounds presumptuous... But even when writing about myself, I never intended this blog to be about me. Makes sense?
When writing about my army days, I wanted to talk about the way soldiers don't really know what they're doing; about the way none of us do, even when we're given a large responsibility over life and death.
When I talked about my dogs, I wanted to show Pit Bulls in a positive light, because these dogs are not just pretty faces. These dogs will stick by you and give their lives if you just ask, no matter what, which is part of their tragic story.
When I talked about my time in London, what I really talked about was the way people move around the world only to discover that mirrors look the same everywhere.
When I talked about Honey, I tried to convey a sense of priorities I believe in, where love is the most important thing we'll experience in our lives. As for what happens after that--
When I talked about religion, I tried to connect with all other Atheists who struggle because they know How but will never now Why.
When I talked about politics, I wanted to show this word matters, and that we can't ignore politics simply because it's so convenient to do so. I wanted to talk about people who die for nothing in Iraq and in Palestine and in Israel. And I wanted to talk about people who live for nothing elsewhere.
When I talked about looking for a job and then about working in a jail, I wanted to talk about--
Well, I wanted to talk about myself, but also about them, and about you. This whole blog was meant to be about us, you know what I mean?
But then I go to the Science Museum with my friend from the Stay-At-Home-Dads group, the sexiest group in town, by the way, and our kids start hugging in each other, and there's no fucking way this stays out of the blog.
So, like I said, on the one hand, What's the point of putting up these pictures?
But on the other hand, some of you may have been here with me for a long time. You were here when I made the announcement. You were here when I couldn't wait. You were here when he was born. And you even stayed around when he got cuter. And now you're here, waiting with me for the Game Changer. And even though the posts that involve a cute baby doing cute stuff seem to say nothing about the human condition and about the tragedy/comedy of humanity, there's still something there.
There's no point to this post. A point would mean there's a greater truth to be found beyond these photos. But at least today, there is none. It's just a few photos, taken in a Science Museum, of two little kids, hugging.
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