Sperm.
Sperm.
Sperm.
It's such an awkward word. I figured that the more I typed it, the less awkward composing this blog would be, but it's clearly not working.
At around 3 o'clock this morning, I almost fell asleep, but I was awoken by a thought. . .an idea- a concept, if you will: "What's your sperm like?" Now, this sounds completely absurd, but I think it's so crucial that I just had to blog about it. If anyone was to ask me how I was, I'd probably respond somewhere along the lines of "I'm tired" or "I'm alright" or "I'm well" etc. But what about the sperm? How do they feel? What's their outlook on their short and important life?
Before I give my take on what sperm are like emotionally, I'd like to remind you of the importance of this seldom noticed (until its too late) flagellated creature. Sperm are haploid (1N) male reproductive cells that live their life in dormancy UNTIL epic moments of fertilization. The sperm has one goal: the egg. He has one hope: the egg. Apart from that egg, he is nothing.
With that said, how do sperm feel? I don't think they're happy. I don't think they're ditsy. I don't think they're depressed and lazy for the most part (while some may be in the case of sterile males, but that's a story for another blog). I think sperm are serious, mean, and focused. I concluded in my early morning musings that sperm are like runners on the starting line. They spend all their lives in preparation for the Fertilization Olympics. "On your mark. . .. get set. . .EJACULATE!" The race begins.
There are 20-100million sperm contestants in this event and only one winner. All other contestants die and are reabsorbed to form new sperm who get another shot sometime in the future. Talk about high stakes! The winner, however, forms a child. This is the mystery of life.
What do you think? Am I right? Post comments below.
Also, I've only covered sperm in this blog. What about the ladies? What about that egg? What's she like? I've got my ideas, but I'd like to hear yours, female blog viewers!
