My mom always told me should would sell me to the gypsies - I assume bartering would be involved.

What anything is worth is always a matter of perspective. Lives are no different.

My parents never wanted to get rid of me.

You would need to clarify "life" and "worth". But yea, mine and my families is worth more than anyone else if it is being threatened by someone else. Then they lose. I win. Go life.

My parents admitted that I was adopted. But I kept coming back.

I've heard alternately that I was found in a cabbage patch, or under a rock. Maybe it was a rock in a cabbage patch.

Nope, you were found in a cabbage patch and then sold in a store where families for some reason had fights over you.

I like your user name, by the way, Operation:Mindcrime and Warning are amazing :D


Sorry for the wording on the title, but I think everyone knows what I'm talking about.

Reading assignment: Crime and Punishment

My Mum was going to call the local children's home to take me away (I assume for free) if I didn't stop being such a spiteful little girl. Hmmmm, no complexes built there then.

I value people I love most of course. But otherwise, I believe all human life is equal. After all, the same random acts happen to all types of people - the lottery winning rapist and the devout tsunami victim, the hale and healthy reformed addict and the war veteran who gets his face smashed in for his pension.

It's only love that gives our lives any real distinction.
That and bacon.

Aw, thanks and thanks! :o

Amen to that! Now pass over some of that bacon please...

Some of the shit that lives around my area need whacking
Most of them are scum who would steal the breath out of your lungs without a second thought..
Chav mothers with ugly Chav children that contribute fuck all to humanity they are just leeches that suck the system dry..
and cause havoc and mayhem throughout the housing estate..
(not that I'm bitter and twisted):D

Read "The Ones Who Walked Away From the Omelas" by Ursala K. LeGuin. Great story about this very subject. One of my favorite short stories.

My short answer.

No.

Are you sure you don't live in the US?

Nope couldn't spell extermination :D
Was just having a wee rant

My mom tried to marry me to a Syrian. I am sure a dowry was involved. So the real question for me is:

How many goats is one life worth over another? Not if.

Yes she regrets her actions now.........But since I am older and used up in their realm, and I am no longer a virgin- My mom would have to give a lot of goats to get rid of me....... I believe I am actually a commodity, but there is no convincing some crazy canadian syrian, possible terrorist, of this......The failure I believe, is that no one even tried. Being that he was probably an ugly loser that just didn't know how to talk to women, and has no station in my society.....I am of the "perspective" that he would in fact, owe me some goats just for inhaling any part my oxygen.

But that's perspectivism for you.

I think it was insane to be talking to my mom about how I am not going to go marry her neighbor's syrian son. The fact that I had to even have those conversations makes me insane. She had arranged my marriage. FAIL. lol!

But I still (secretly) wonder how many goats I am worth. How many goats does it take to marry me off anyway? :(