So. When does one become a woman and not a girl, or is it like if you have to ask then you're probably neither or both or something like that? Anyway, I don't know, so i asked Bear. I ask Bear a great many things. If i ask him about mechanical thingymabobs, he is usually quick to supply a carefully worded explanation, because he knows everything about mechanical things, being an engineer by profession and passion, but when asked about things like feelings, or hypothetical moral conundrums (what if i fell into a vegetative state, would you still love me? how about if i grew a penis by accident?).. or other sorts of fuzzy issues, you can see the solid steel barrier crashing down between his mind and the rest of his face, the kind with large red letters flashing DANGER DANGER, and Bear immediately shifts into silent defense mode.
So it was when I asked him, do you think I'm a girl or a woman?
To which, maybe because he really thought so and also because it was safe, he said sometimes you're one, sometimes the other.
And then of course the follow up question is when am I a girl and when a woman?
And Bear said something like: when you're making up silly songs, or doing the spin cycle dance, or asking me random difficult questions to amuse yourself, you're being a girl...
And a woman? I asked eagerly, because I had no idea.
Well, when you're doing your research, or working with children, or.. tutoring, I suppose you're being a woman.
Which is a fair enough answer I guess... because lately, what with being halfway through 25 and having to be serious about being financially independent and tutoring adults more than twice my age and having finally to address my research seriously, it just seemed like i've been acting like an adult - the key word here being acting.
And behind the scenes, sensible outfits and carefully worded conversations, the bit of me that watches all this looks on in marvel and disbelief and hopes that I don't give myself away.
Oh. and then i asked Bear, so which do you like more? the girl or the woman?
Bear: Argh! You know I can't answer that without getting into trouble!
heheheheheh.
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This is Really how we know that Bear is wise.
grow a penis!! hahaha....
interesting... i wouldn't mind....
Cheow
The question goes both ways - is Bear a boy or a man? heheheheh
Qiao: you wouldn't mind growing a penis?
Corinoco: I think Bear is a boy in a man's body... but very good at acting adult, only when absolutely necessary. :)
I think it'll be interesting. I've always wondered what its like to have a penis... hahaha
Plus its twice the sexual pleasure, possibly more! And I can (theoretically) satisfy both men and women!! hehehe....
I like how the girl and woman can interchange according to situations. I love them both!
I see myself as a girl though. No woman in me. and I find it amusing when guys my age call themselves MEN. heheh....
Ask Bear if he'll still love you if you turned into a rat.
Aiya, I had all these comments in my head I meant to put down when I was in bed. And now I can't remember.. Later, maybe.
I think it'll be interesting. I've always wondered what its like to have a penis... hahaha
Plus its twice the sexual pleasure, possibly more! And I can (theoretically) satisfy both men and women!! hehehe....
I like how the girl and woman can interchange according to situations. I love them both!
I see myself as a girl though. No woman in me. and I find it amusing when guys my age call themselves MEN. heheh....
Ask Bear if he'll still love you if you turned into a rat.
Aiya, I had all these comments in my head I meant to put down when I was in bed. And now I can't remember.. Later, maybe.
whops!
sorry, double posted.
it didn't load the first time..
Yep, "acting adult only when necessary" is entirely correct! I seem to remember that at the last Census Bear & I both had trouble with the question 'Number of adults who live at this address'.
yesteerday i went to watch star wars with some of the girls from my batch. and the baboon came along. xin'ai brought her teddy (whom she named bertha. i told her it was a stuffy name). the teddy watched too, from a pocket attached to her bag.
the baboon seemed amused.
maybe we're all girls just pretending to be women. or wishing we didnt have to be the adult
grace
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