Josie is a minx - damn frisky kittens

Josie was a teacher. She worked with disabled children at a local school. From monday to friday she lived a veiled life, as kind and upfront as one could imagine, being true to her students, helping them, loving them, being a general popular face around the elementary academic circuit. But this was all a sham.

You see, at heart, Josie was a firecat, one of those girls who desired to let loose at all parts of the day, and was confused inside with the demands that being a product of teaching as a profession led her to believe through conversations around the watercooler. What is it to be a woman, she would ask herself? Responsibility, relationship security, boredom? Is it wrong to want to let go, be spontaneous, promiscuious, use her sex appeal to get ahead?

She has inner turmoil through modern conflictions with feminism. Equality through nurture, and social provider, this is what heritage told her. Sex appeal, flaunt it to get it, no holds barred, domination of all social circles; this is what boiled inside her. You see Josie was sexy, probably one of the sexiest around, turning heads anywhere and everywhere and because of such a compassionate and family focused upbringing never noticed her physical charm like other foxes during highschool, but only discovered it well into her twenties once the pubs financial benefits started to shine through.

Josie had a boyfriend, whom she loved, and who resembled the many "love's" she's had before. But Josie was bored, she wanted to be free, and in all truth deserved to be so. Talented, beautiful, sexy, and fun, no ninetofive, nor steady relationship, calmed the need inside her to let go. On her 24th birthday, she realized her charm. She left her boy of a year and three months and went to meet a friend whom she had always loved and who had always been the social voice of difference to her comformity. Josie has never been happier, realizing what she is told to do, should not be the end all of what someone should do, and that the feeling of loving someone and being with the right person is often blinded by safe words like friendship.

The baby boomers are dying, and modern "real life" is no longer the establish a self, and maintain it until retirement essense that is was born out of post WWII. Life is too short, and comforming to what "should" was wasting her life away. The "real world" is the scared world, a land of comformist and modern subjects. We are simply too populated for monarchy, and oligarchy now has its peasants. Never be a peasant to the modern kingdom of capitalism. Its killing itself, and there is a world of opportunity and experience that wants to take its place.

Who wants to be alive at sixty with a savings plan on a planet that is how it is at the age of twenty at the peak of its growth and opportunity.

* this was uttering bullshit, but I think I'm in love with my Josie.

posted by mr. tomas ubik @ Monday, June 20, 2005