The Purpose Of Life...

Mothers Day, the day that we celebrate the existence of the woman who gave us life. Or, in many unfortunate cases, it’s the day we celebrate the absence of the woman who gave us life. Either way, moms are awesome. Even if you’ve severed ties with your mom there’s no denying that the ability to give life is a cool thing.

This mom thought is a perfect transition to a conversation a friend and I had this weekend. Somehow we may have cracked a few codes to life and I want to reopen that conversation but only touch the surface because I really don’t think there is any real way to recreate this conversation. This brings me to, the purpose of life…

Creation.  Specifically, the creation of LIFE.

We were talking about the ability to create in life. We can all create anything we want… ANYTHING! And hopefully our creations impact someone to do the same thing, so suddenly we have a ripple effect of creation, and before you know it – you’re creation is changing things. Your creation begins to change the world.

You start to think about the most unique creation that one can offer to the world… Life. It kind of blows my mind that two guys can have a child with the same woman yet that child comes out 100% different. It doesn’t blow my mind on a DNA level, but rather on an individualistic level.

We can argue that art (film, paintings, music, etc...) can be recreated. It may not be true… but we can sure as fuck argue about it.  The one thing we do know for certain is that creating a specific human is something that cannot be replicated… by anyone. A person’s ability to create life is so totally unique for everyone.

Then, on another level you have to wonder why there is this lone thing in the world that you need someone else for. You need another person to crate this life. You can do anything in the world that you want but in order to create life you need someone else, that’s trippy, right?

When I think about it my mind wraps like I’m entering a wormhole and truthfully I wish I could articulate this better. I wish I could ramble and use my hands to try and express myself… both of which I’m very good at.

It comes down to creation. I believe creating is what enhances the world and makes it a better place. It what makes us evolve. It just so happens that the ultimate thumbprint of evolving is creating life.

By my logic I should have a litter of children running around me. My current child count is 0. I’m pretty sure it isn’t going to change any time soon… I need to stick with trying to create other things.

Life is awesome. 

Stay At Home Dad without Kids

Today I helped my girlfriend down to her car, I carried her heavy purple bag filled with God knows what, took it down the elevator through our apartment complex, and then I loaded the trunk. I told her to have a good day and to drive safe. I walked down wearing mesh sports shorts and a T-shirt, she on the other hand was dressed business casual.

Yesterday I did laundry during the day, and it wasn’t the weekend. In fact, it was Thursday. My girlfriend and I met at the door I was carrying a large laundry basket she was carrying bags to work. I gave her a kiss and told her to have a good day. I walked East to the laundry room and she headed west to take the elevator to the car.

I was doing many loads, our laundry has been building for some time, and as a matter of fact I occupied 3 washers and 3 dryers. When the cycles were finished a realization set over me—I am some sort of stay at home dad without the children. Today my feelings were amplified even more after I loaded the trunk of her car.

With all of that in mind I must note that I do in fact work however my job doesn’t start until late in the afternoon, it leaves me with a lot of time to myself at home, which I love. I get to take care of things that I actually like to do (so I tell myself) but still I get intruded with the 50’s stay at home mom feeling.

I took a step back at all of the remedial things I have done while at home… dishes… dusted… cleaned… fluffed a pillow… Oh my God what has happened to me? Somehow I have flipped my duties as man. I’m supposed to be bringing home food and working hard till my fingers bleed…Right? I can’t live like this, but I am. I wonder how long this will last, and how in the hell have I become programmed to do these things? I like to tell myself that I’m a neat freak and I must do it but I don’t know if that’s the case.

So here I’m wondering about all of this and it is more clear than ever the change in times. I bet many years ago I would not be doing this, I think men back in the day would have rather been single than to feel like this. Maybe, that is still true and I feel differently. Who knows?

I did decide too look at some stats of how many men are staying home and the woman is going out to work, I’m talking about Men who take care of children without a job, they are essentially Mr. Mom. The number has gone up by about 30% in the last 30 years or so…

Let me be clear when I say I do not have kids, not now or anytime soon, I have a job, and I don’t like to look at myself as Mr. Mom. However, I definitely feel like her sometimes.

I brought this up to my girlfriend…. All of my stay at home issues. In a matter of moments it was pointed out to me that I am being insecure with myself.

Wow, well she’s right… And that was simple.

Insecure or not, I don’t like doing laundry during the day and I look forward to the moment my lady stays home and complains of this.

Mom Talk

My mom just told me that I needed to get my teeth cleaned. “Mom, I don’t need my teeth cleaned, I’m fine.” “Honey, you probably haven’t had your teeth cleaned in 100 years.” Well it has been about 5 years, which is a pretty long time in teeth years, but still I feel pretty content with the place my teeth are in. Then I dropped the financial issue. The issue being, 1) I don’t have money, and 2) I think it’s wrong for my mom to spend money on my teeth when in all seriousness I would feel better just taking the money. Sure it may be selfish but it’s true. And she replied with a typical mom response: “You can die from not cleaning your teeth, there was a girl who had a decayed tooth and it went to the cavity of her heart, she now has heart problems.” The funny thing is I don’t doubt that my mom actually heard this or maybe it is true in the Physician world. However, in my world it sounds absurd yet I wouldn’t expect anything less from the mom.