I’m Indonesian and write bad English. Is it who or whom? Doesn’t matter which.
“Whom would you choose to meet, see?”
“None” a lovely voice said “but see, meet, feel fondle, cuddle my dogs, Belo and Bonnie that are no more.”
I myself, can’t choose only one, you know? There are too many of them, him or her I most love, respect, honor. Besides, I don’t want all the fuss of really seeing, meeting, entertain them, as I can see, meet, talk with them in my mind, - that’s even better than the Internet - no matter were they far away or already dead.
I could love and kiss princess Nefertiti, then living in the times of the pharaohs, yet as real as young as beautiful as ever as I create her in my mind, though she might be as old as my grand-grand-grand, ... mom or a mummy by now. I might be looking like an old scarecrow you know, but my mind, my heart is as young as ever. And I am NB a married man.
Were it a real man, even a man I most like and honor, I couldn’t stand to stay, keep, stick together even for as short as a day without quarreling.
Imagine the agony, torture of thousands males forced sticking together in camps, barracks for days, months, ... of an army.
A man among men is not a man, you know? It is a desert.
Who would you choose, your mother or your father?
Can you choose, which child you would sacrifice, or which child would you choose to rescue?
With Internet to day, every one could easily know each other. Know me via my home-page, even without a skype, without seeing, meeting me. If they don’t know me, it’s their fault. Ha. Ha.
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