A few moments

A few moments in the life of a travelling mind was more than enough to reveal a basic truth. This is not something you'd wanna spend too much time reading.
Invited to a Thanksgiving Dinner, refusal was obvious, so not wanting to cook nor eat a turkey, he decided to make some sauerkraut with beef and pork ribs. Living alone, he already knew that cooking for one person was not so much impossible as it was difficult so he ended up eating the kraut and ribs well into December. Almost to his birthday, actually. Three four times a day he'd eat and eat. He'd eat it cold mostly, surprised at how good it tasted anyway, but after a week he began to fear eating cuz it was still sauerkraut and there was an awful lot of it still. That was the basic problem of cooking for one person. Big pots make a lot of food. You can't really cook a few tablespoons of sauerkraut and one rib. About this time he noticed that his stool, his fecal material, yup, his shit, to put it plainly, had changed color. Drastically. It was now black. He checked again the next day to see if really? Black? And yup, black as soot. No biggie he thought. At least it doesn't stink to high heaven. Weeks later it is still black as soot.
So, when he was looking at a site on the computer that was advertising t-shirts and he saw one that caught his eye, he immediately bought it. The thing of it was was that it too was black. By now black had somehow become important. Plus, not only was the color in line with his shit, but the statement too had an appeal. It simply said "Life is short and so is your Penis". So of course he wore it when he went to meet her.
As expected, she made a face. Then said "and what exactly is that supposed to mean?". He smiled crookedly and said yeah, I know, it would've been better if it said "life is short and so is MY penis", but you know, and he slid off into a still smiling silence. Her eyebrows went up, as did her hands, meaning, well, what? What does that mean? You gonna give it to me? That kind of a gesture...
He frowned, so she continued. "I don't get it.", still frowning, so she said "what, you don't wanna have anything to do with me?" which stabbed him right in the heart because they were closer together than two peas in a pod, it was crazy he often thought, nobody wants to get that close to me and she not only seems to enjoy it but seems to be just as happy being totally off her rocker eccentric wildly unconventional herownself.
Her hands were still up. In front of her heart. Palms up.
He hated it. No way of getting out of this one, so he said, no, you know, it doesn't have anything to do with you, it's all about me, you know, one time I was on my hands and knees looking down into a mirror, (here he glanced up as he was studiously looking at the tabletop) you know, my dad liked mirrors, he was always studying his face, different expressions, you know? So he could draw them better, so I think I picked up his habit. Mirrors are strange. Anyway, I was looking at my face like that, on my hands and knees, and what I saw was you won't believe this but my face was so ugly grotesque all distorted so much I didn't recognize my self, you know, all my facial skin was hanging down like deflated balloons or condoms really sick, but I couldn't stop looking, it was that weird, I'd never seen anything like that. Could've never imagined anything that strange. I moved my head from side to side and the skin just swayed back and forth, not totally deflated balloons, you know? They had some liquid in them, just a little bit, enough to make them sway back and forth with some weight, like yeah, the condoms had some gush in 'em, and right then I knew I could never again in my life have intimate relationships with any woman anymore. Out of the question, you know? No way could I subject anyone to that sight. Seemed lurid even to think about it, imagining my self as the girl, looking up, and seeing THAT, it'd be enough to make me shriek. He was still looking at her and the whole time her eyes never left his and she was now smiling back at him at which he frowned a bit.
She said, don't be silly, so he said I'm not. Being silly. Pretty serious, if you ask me. Laughing now she said you know it'd be like fucking a Sharpei? You know, the Chinese dog with all the wrinkles?
Can you imagine how much better it'd be than fucking a Doberman?
I had to laugh! I couldn't believe it she was crazier than I and it felt so good.
We ended up with her being pregnant. Of course. Even though I had no idea who she really was what she did where she lived. Anything. I knew nothing. She didn't know about me either as far as that goes. We were simply so much in love and somehow it seemed to work out that when we wanted to see each other there we'd be, as if by some mysterious magic, swimming in each others eye of wonder. A day before she was to have the baby we met like that and she told me that as the baby girl is being born she'll die, and that I shouldn't freak out or anything cuz she was in fact giving birth to herself, the baby was going to be her and so I shouldn't change her name or anything just help her grow, and I'll see that what she's saying is true, it's gonna be her.
The next day, I was there how could I not be, she did, she birthed the baby while dying . Everybody freaked, and I said ok Joseph(ina), here we are, let's go home.
A very unusual child she was. Barely born, she acted as if she'd been alive for centuries. She didn't talk, but I knew what she wanted to eat which was mostly some rice with sliced tomatoes and raisins and not very often as far as that goes and carrot juice to drink. At two weeks she was walking and combing her hair which seemed pretty unusual to me, but that was nothing compared to what she did when she was three months old. I had a habit of having small fires outside which she loved, and one day she sat down real close to the flames and stuck her hand in. I wanted to jerk her away, out of my mind with what she was doing but she looked at me so happy with no fear no sign of pain no nothing that would show me that what was happening is normal she just held her hand in the fire and smiled at me so serenely that my mouth fell open and she said Sharpei? And slowly turned her hand as if she was roasting a wiener on a stick or a marshmallow, and after an hour or so she brought her hand up to her mouth and with a huge sigh of happiness and relief bit off a piece of flesh like she'd been waiting for this piece of meat for so long. Her face melted with satisfaction, and she broke off her thumb with the biggest piece of meat that made it look like a small drumstick, all nice and brownly crispy, and gives it to me like it's the most natural thing in the world sharing a meal like this with her dad, saying Sharpei? Eyes twinkling, no Doberman, right