Upstream of the Herd

 I'm not making these so much any more. Not sure why- that needs some exploration. It could be Covid. And/or the losses. Or that I find it hard to offer hope- three lost this past week alone- when the risks are so high. Or that this is/was a ridiculous idea to begin with. Or perhaps that I've just run out of childish ideas. I dunno. Bur here are some I've made lately. There were more but I don't feel like hunting them down and posting them. Apparently I like giraffes.

" Mewling, puking babes. That's the way we all start. Damply clinging to someone's shoulder, burping weakly, clawing our way into life. All of us." Jean Shepherd from here:  The Endless Streetcar Ride into the Night, and the Tinfoil Noose From  In God We Trust, All Others Pay Cash By Jean Shepherd https://www.nsftools.com/misc/EndlessStreetcarRide.html IF you find yourself feeling alone in the world, you aren't wrong about that. You have no one to rely on but yourself. That's just the way it is. Those that birth us often invest much in our survival. But that may be the extent of their investment. IF during your life and by some chance you happen to find someone who loves you for yourself, just they way you are, you are very fortunate indeed. It's unlikely that this will happen but it could. And IF that person turns on you- even after a significant amount of time- just remember:  " Mewling, puking babes. That's the way we all start. Damply clinging