A college friend sends pictures of her new baby to Francine in an email. Francine replies with a tepid congratulation. All around her, old friends seem to be coupling and offspringing, and Francine wonders why they even bother, "The world's falling apart. Why would they bring a child into it, or think that their little commitments, even when registered with church or state, which can barely survive everyday life, can survive global warming, nuclear holocaust, terrorism, economic depression, infrastructure collapse, the coming of the police state, wholesale environmental destruction, one world government dictatorship, corporate tyranny, radioactive waste, the coming dominance of artificial intelligence, cloning gone wild, mass extinction of animal and plant species, the disappearance of the polar icecaps and tropical rainforests, 24-7-366 surveillance, anarchy in the streets, the tragedy of the commons, the privatization of everything, the dumbing down of the working class, the rigging of the system for the tiny rich elite, Bilderberg-A-Go-Go, the drying-up of oil and other fossil fuels, the disintegration of nation states and governments, war war war, and all the rest of the nasties this century has lined up for us?"
"And they think I'm nuts," Francine says aloud.
She sighs, crosses her room, and gazes in the mirror, thinking, "Twenty-nine-years old, and those wrinkles will only grow deeper."
She spots a gray in her short blonde hair, "I live in a house with two housemates on the edge of a city that's gradually becoming wilderness. I'm semi-employed. I spend most of my time working on my blog Franzine. My old friends probably pity me, but I've never been happier."
She thinks of John, her old fiance, and wonders what she'd be doing right now if they stayed together, "I'd probably be living in a bland, gated, private subdivision somewhere in the far suburbs. We'd each be working overtime at corporate jobs we hated just to afford gasoline and mortgage payments. We'd be expecting our first child, and then he'd be cheating on me yet again. I'd be miserable. He'd tell me he was sorry and he'd never do it again, and how we had to stay together for the baby's sake, or the mortgage's sake, or for appearances' sake, or because we loved one another, and then he'd be sure to do it again and again and again like he always did. No, nobody's ever going to control me again ever. They can call it love. I call it emotional fascism. The whole societal structure built upon love and the family was one big pyramid scheme scam. They got you in debt, either financially or emotionally, and you stayed there evermore so they could control you. But I'm free now, and I'm staying that way."
Francine winks at herself in the mirror. She likes what she sees.
Blog Love Omega Glee is a novel by Wred Fright about two bloggers who fall in love while the world falls apart, which is being serialized on his blog. To start reading from the beginning or read another installment, please visit Blog Love Omega Glee Central on WredFright.Com. If you like what you've read, or you've read all of Blog Love Omega Glee and want more Fright, then please read his first novel, which is available in print and as an ebook.
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That made me feel very warm and fuzzy about my last breakup...you nailed it. This is a great blog, Wred. I'm reading on.
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked it! Francine is a fun character to write.
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