Hope lives

Certain circles of folks exist that spend time thinking about my womb. More specifically, will it ever produce? Over many years, these folks have been beaten into submission with, "no, no, no, no, no, no. It won't. What part of no don't you understand?" A satisfying silence resulted.

My changing circumstances apparently have created in these folks a new belief that there could now be a glimmer of a whisper of an inkling of a chance that one day a sperm could meet an egg in said womb, thus producing a human child. To these folks, I now say, "why don't you take up a hobby? I hear origami is challenging and fun. Make me a swan or one of those little frogs that jump. Please?" It's not nearly as effective now; the silence is diminished.

No doubt such a meeting would produce the most good-looking, charming, articulate, witty, mop-headed small person imagineable. It might even have green eyes and be quite devilish.

This is all theoretical, but one thing I have learned is not to waste time trying to predict the future, because I will be wrong. So I guess I have to change my answer to, "never say never."