The Ooooohhs and the Aaaaahhs and the Preordained Providence

Baby showers are overrated. I deeply and passionately feel so. I hate all the ooohs and the aaahs that people sound out everything the expecting mother (and father in some cases) opens up their gift, a miniature human outfit. What's so special? The baby will grow out of its clothes in a month or two. Then the ooohh-aaahh outfit will either be tossed away, donated, or kept in the attic until mommy and daddy decides to fool around and procreate, thus creating a second devil in the house.

The only cool thing in a baby shower is the wrapping and packaging of the gifts. People here do wonders with presentation! The bags are wonderfully cute, the boxes are wrapped with pastel-colored ribbons, squeaky toys, and fluffy plushies. They are cute, I can't deny.

It is a sad thing that these cool and awesome wrappings are the first to go in the trash. I sometimes wish people would not destroy such a beautiful thing. If it is one's destiny to be a wrapping paper, beauty is definitely not on one's top ten list. Survival is.