Mutually Loving as opposed to Mutually Beneficial

She is ever attentive, a benign presence who hovers over her seed, ensuring that she is always well-fed, never in need, and ever-protected. She loves this one as much as and even more than she does her own daughters, who are all AWOL. She turns her time and what's left of her energy over to her grandson, who brings kid-vitality and a fresh eye to her world.

He is green, not yet completely able to twist emotions to his best advantage. He practises these skills on others, however, knowing that his grandmother cares deeply and intimately for him, in a way that is very different to his hectic, rats-on-a-wheel parents. He knows that he can get her to bend her rusty stiff back over for him, but he doesn't. There is something about the way she is constantly with him, sometimes naggingly, that touches him.

They enjoy sharing their lives together, she bringing her gossip of the family, he bringing his worldly toys and trendy singer-idols. It's an odd amalgam, a pair who appear so distinct and aloof from each other, yet whose worlds overlap in an intricate filigree of family.

He needs her, and he knows the same of her.

Does this equate to love?

Probably?

Symbiotic human beings

Their relationship is a symbiotic one. The wealthy grandparent, bored and in need of a child to love after his own no longer have need of his nurture, refracts his attention to the young grandchild to keep him company and to love.

She, a fledgling in a world of adults, is needy of affection and praise, not to mention that little thing called money to satisfy her desire for pretty little things, things that her friends have, and which, in order to keep up, must also possess.

She enjoys, too, the power she yields over her granddaddy, knowing that he needs her. She takes full advantage of this, using her importance to manipulate him into gifts and domestic servanthood. "Here, fill this up for me. And get those for me too."

And so they feed off each other, the elder drawing energy and a sense of purpose, and the little one siphoning money and gaining a doting personal assistant.

At the tender young age of six.

copyright again

wonder if my blogspot link has been copyrighted by mX newspaper..? Theres a middle aged guy who seems to have the same blog name...and boy, he REALLy vents his spleen.
To me, its an interesting phrase...evokes images of some constipated guy sitting on the toilet, straining so hard that his thick veins are about to pop out of his crimson scarlet head, his guts about to burst inside his paunchy torso..

going back..Everyone's so prone to litigation these days, anyone'd be predisposed to think that there's no other way to settle a dispute.

i sound like some octogenarian sighing resignedly to some other equally world-weary octogenarian about the state of the world today...

Anyway, what's the point of this blog? i guess its a catharsis for me, a way to just kinda release..what about a diary? hm...i tried to keep one, but never had the commitment. So, this is pretty much just something thats completely for my own personal benefit (yes, a product of the Gen X, a self-centred brat...though not as bratty as some..) besides, everyone seems to be doing one of these lately, just another fad, a blip on the faydar of never-ending fashion cycles.

So sorry if u hit on this and are driven to complete, utter, INSANE boredom by my ramblings..who knows, i might decide to share this eventually with other ppl...still, U ALL HAVE A FREE CHOICE TO GO AWAY if u dont like this.

flipped thru some hongki magz today...wow the girls are sooo skinny..so envious, but then again, it's my own fault that i've put on weight. just too 'weak' to the instant gratification of desserts. ha. anyway, i LOVED the T-shirts shown in those magazines, and the clothes, and the shoes....ahhh..esp. the COnverse and the agnes b artist Tees by Aurore something...wish iknew French