Option

Suddenly I got depressed. Depressed and frustrated and a little bit angry. I'm in the office right now and I cannot remember how but me and my officemates started talking about uncircumcised penes a few minutes ago. (Yes, penes is one plural form of penis. Another, of course, as is commonly used, is penises.) Our supervisor shared that he plans to give his son the option not to get circumcised, because he was not given that option.

I was not given that option.

Had I been, I would have chosen to stay... well... in colloquial terms... uncut. I believe the penis, in its natural form, would look much better. And though it may require a lot of hygeine work, I would not mind that. I also learned that sex would feel much better with a foreskin. And I hate the fact that that premise will always stay alien to me.

I also hate the fact that I was not given the option to choose my religion. Had I been, I would not have chosen any religion. Because I do not believe in religion, in prayers, in rituals, in that sort of pageantry. I would have chosen to just believe in God and nothing else, because there is no other explanation I could come up with why I am here.

So that is why I suddenly got depressed today. Because I started realizing there are several other things I was not given the option to be or have.

Like being born. This has never been my option.

* "Neitszche's Eyes" by Paul Cole plays. *