You're shelling peas and one of the pods has a baby in it! (Photo: Anne Geddes) |
That got me thinking about all the odd and unexpected ways people die, yet we are all born the exact same way: floating for nine months inside another human being (!!!) until being violently ejected out of their vagina. It sounds like something straight from an editor's slush pile of rejected science fiction scripts, yet that's how every one of us got here, and crazy as it is, nobody ever speaks of it again. We all just go on living our lives like that whole thing made perfect sense.
That being the case, it seems to me we should all die the same way, or at the very least, be born in different ways. Imagine the possibilities! Like with death, they are infinite. Forget the nine-month gestation period -- the blessed event could come at anytime, anywhere. You never know. Two minutes, two weeks or two years after conception, your baby could fall from a cloud during a passing storm. Or maybe you're enjoying a day at the beach and a huge wave delivers your new baby from the briny deep, covered in seaweed, right into your arms. Or you get a package from Amazon and instead of it being that book you ordered, it's Junior. It could be anything!
At least those birth stories would be more interesting than hearing how long the mother was in labor or that the baby was born in an elevator or a taxi. Best of all, it would be quite a conversation-starter at parties:
"So, how were you born?"
"Well, my mother had a bad cold, and one time she sneezed really hard...."
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