Musing.... Number 31

Well, I have to say that a fair number of people have asked me why I didn't join the ranks at the G20 protest and tick off number 34. The thought did cross my mind after all you could almost pick & choose your particular cause; capitalism, globalization, environment, finance, generally feeling pissed off.... but I just couldn't get passionate about it and protesting for protesting sake well there's no heart in that.

I have been wondering if I am suffering from an acute case of apathy-itis but I don't think that's it. I think it is more a sense of 'don't anger the Gods!' I know I'm rambling like a mad woman, but bear with me. You know when (in your misspent youth) you called in sick and then found that your body believed it's own press and you genuinely did get ill? Or, as we appear to have wandered into analogy city, I remember crying as a small child and my Dad telling me to stop or 'he would give me something to cry about.' Well, it kind of feels like that. If I go on a protest I don't feel passionately about, perhaps something ghastly will happen to give me a more genuine reason to protest? Life is good! I am more contented now than ever before I adore my husband, have 3 glorious children and have begun to rediscover the me that has been hidden for many years under several layers of motherhood! I like it like this!

This kind of superstitious nonsense is rather unlike me, but why risk it - those Gods are capricious!

However, if I'd known Billy Bragg was going to be rocking up the Bank of England....