It is that time of the year again; the streets will light up and fill out, nearly every place will buzz with the season’s cheer. Many will take a welcome break from work; a few will take a holiday trip (the economic crunch seems to be having more lives than a cat) and for most, family get-togethers will be arranged. Shops and even the street corner hawkers will come up with all manner of advertising to entice you to spend more and boy, people will spend – what they have and what they do not have. It is Christmas. The season brings with it a ‘spending bug’ and this bug bites everyone; we all itch to buy something. The designer cologne you’ve wanted to gift yourself or that pair of jeans that the sales lady told you makes your ‘ASSets‘ to look like Mujer Melancia (yes she makes JLo’s ‘ASSets‘ look like a big joke ;)).
I don’t know if it is because of shopping or it is just the season’s happiness because something else takes over the functioning of higher centers of the brain. This is not classified information gathered through ‘Jicho Pevu’ or any other in-depth investigation – this is purely from experience about how the season unfolds because it repeats itself over and over again. For Eves, oestradial levels spike up to unmanageable standards and on the other hand, testosterone-charged Adams seem to have their GPS system perambulating – everyone feels the need to ‘reward’ themselves. It is Christmas and the end of the year, and these sound like good reasons to throw caution to the wind and heed the hormones.
The hormones say that ‘I must have it this season’ and oh boy, they are loud, because everything around is in a state of excitement and stimulation. What the hormones forget to say is that there are serious dangers attached to the 40 seconds pinnacle moment that they lead you to so fervently pursue (the seconds may vary with the homo sapiens species variants ;)). Therefore, a large majority of Eves and Adams ‘dive in’ and in this diving, they forget their ‘life jackets’ and ‘oxygen masks’.
Just as a reminder, the season is meant to celebrate the birth of the Messiah, born of the Virgin Mary – how ironic:)
As with all things in life, the season quickly comes to an end and people return back to work and routine of life, broke and exhausted from the holiday escapades. Then comes the dreaded February: bearing some fruits of your labor – no, it is not about Valentine’s Day and you getting mixed up about who to buy flowers for and who to take out to dinner. Rather, these are bigger news and more destabilizing than Valentine’s wilting flower. It is that the Christmas cheer has brought some shocking revelations.
The Eve that you took a plunge with confirms that the product of live sperms and eggs meeting is well in situ.
Now, let’s all reach out for the bowls of popcorn because drama will truly unfold. Adam is murmuring something that sounds like “you trapped me!” Eve is confused beyond comprehension – as you can imagine, this was just to celebrate Christmas and was not aimed at creation. But alas! Here we are, heeding to the commission to ‘fill the earth and subdue it’-except we are not ready for it.
When the issue comes up with his buddies, Adam’s first and last line of defense is, “I was trapped, she knew she was not safe and she led me to it”. This is the point at which I lift my hand up and say hold on, wait a minute! – the last time I checked, only sheep are led and rats get trapped. If any other being is not in any of these categories in both intelligence and function and claims to have been ‘trapped’, then we have a big problem. It is hard to apply the word trapped to ‘full blown’ human beings :). As the species of the highest form of intelligence, precaution is something to be applied by both Eve and Adam so it is bewildering when the consequence of unforeseen yield is laid on one party’s lap. The only being really trapped in any sense is the being ‘held’ in the womb.
So what to do to avoid this confusion and confabulation about getting ‘trapped’? This saying comes to mind: wisdom consists of the anticipation of consequences. In anticipation of the possible consequences, abstinence is like the first line drug. Believe me; if you have not been having it all year round, nothing will happen to you if you just keep going. There is absolutely no need to get frantic thinking that ‘I need to get laid before the year ends’; as sure as night, day will come and you will not have disintegrated when midnight tolls on the last day of the year.
The next option is left to those who must ‘dive’ in. If you must, by all means take the plunge but be sure to reach out for the ’life jacket’ – don’t expect someone else to take it along for you. This one serves twofold: firstly to be in line with Millennium Development Goal number 6 – to combat HIV/AIDs and other diseases and secondly, you can avoid the rude awakenings the month of February can bring – there will be no confusion of associating oneself with caged animals. It is everybody’s responsibility to be safe – it is a sign of maturity ;).
Thank you for keeping us company throughout the last 6 months. Merry Christmas to you all and a Happy New Year! See you next year right here!