Dyeing, as it seems, is an inevitable ending of life. No one wants to die (Though there are illegal exceptions to that general rule) but it proves mandatory, and logical, however unfortunate. I myself wish not only never to die, but to never grow old. Not in the way of never picking up the mindset of someone five times my own age, but I do not want to be associated with any age related element at all. To losing my hair, or my figure, or the many other physical characteristics one would recall when giving adjectives to the elderly. Though the worse of all elements when approaching death is becoming senile, a feature in itself worse than death, as it forces you to become a burden on society, and more importantly to those that cared about you in earlier years. Loosing ones mental capacities is a cruel act of age, and life, as who are you without your thoughts and restraints? Nothing more but a living shell of who you were. So, even as I do not want to die, I do not want to live into an age where my mind and body cease to function, as I could not imagine anyone would.
I have very much liked parrots, and all birds in general, since I was little, a fancy that has been supported by chance since I found a dyeing songbird in my front yard when I was five, and called franticly to my mother to fix it. Then again, when I found a little baby starling fallen from its nest, and the animal rescue stopped accepting, so we had to hand feed it all summer, until it eventually died. Though those experiences really were far from the best, it still may be much the avid fan of birds. In consequence, now I have an African Grey parrot named Sanctus( Whom I call Cinq for short, which means five in French), who spends most of his time on his play stand in the living room, crawling around one of our many coaches, or perching on one of our shoulders and eating out of our cereal bowls. The only time he spends in a cage is at night, when no one is present to watch him (and he requires his at least ten hours of sleep nightly), as it should be. Though many people do not understand the care of birds in the slightest, and many the bird does end up cared for quiet badly, weather on purpose or not. Thus I would like to rescue or rehome as many abused parrots and birds as I can in my life.
People referring to Americans as stupid and uncultured has bothered me for awhile, as I personally think myself far from stupid and uncultured, and refuse to be looked at by other countries as so. I am a very proud American, and I like this country very much, for whatever faults it might have, and I would honestly not want to permanently relocate to anywhere else. Though visiting would be nice, and learning the language to save myself from feeling the foolish tourists would prove even better. As I see it, America is as equal to any other prominent country in this world, and we should not have to prove it. Though I, personally, would like too.
I would like to get married fairly quickly once I get out of college, to someone I love, and preferably, has a very established job, which makes both of us enough money to do as we like and live comfortably all our lives. I hate any sort of menial task, like cleaning, and I do not cook often, as I live primarily off bowls of cereal unless the rare time my mother cooks. As such, I would very much like if my husband would hire us a good cook, or more importantly, a good maid.
Three children would be the best number of children to have, in my opinion, all of them close in age. I want my first child to be a boy, if only because I already have a name picked out. I would want to teach my kids different languages when they are little, like mandarin. I think it would be pretty wonderful to have my little child running around and speaking in some Asian language.
