 I came with a thinking cap?Yikes! How did I learn to think for myself? This question calls for some serious thinking. It’s like thinking about thinking...and not just daydreaming kind of thinking but diving down deep, deep, deep for long buried answers...groan. Now! How did I learn to think for myself? Hmm...Not WHEN, WHY, WHERE but HOW.... how did I do it...? O Mon....I mean Man! This stuff is going to hurt my pea size brain.... And not only that, my ego might have to step down (permanently) because I am starting to think that the people and my environment is what stimulated me to think... I mean for instance, who created the heavens and its starry wonders...? Twinkle, twinkle little star...is that really a large diamond in the sky...? And why does the fat moon only want to follow me around....? Doesn’t he have a life up there in the sky? Scary bastard!!! Okay. What the heck? Time to find out the truth...Here I go. Deep breath. One, two, three and plunge...I’m in the water...not too bad...now...back to square one, back to the thinking base...and instant insight. A tool! Aha! It’s a tool I came with. But of course this is a tool I have no idea how to use. Besides, who needs this tool anyway? Huh? All I do is cry and Mom comes a-running... Here she is now. My sweet mother. And she is smiling at cute little me. Eeek...squeak...I don’t have much hair on my big head...and I am smiling back...I look so silly but who cares, Mommy doesn’t mind....she thinks the sun rises from my eyes...and sets only when I am fast asleep... Now...with a life like that, who wants to think? Certainly not me. Time to sleep. Sweet, delicious sleep. Mmm. Mmm...and waking up is soo good. But yikes. Mom is not smiling this time. She is in fact madly scowling at my father and screaming at my brothers... but why? Suddenly all the harmony in my pea size universe has shrivelled...sob....bawl... I cant breathe. Okay. Time to think. Huff. But I need fuel. I am hungry, wet...I want attention...boo hoo hoo...sob...scream...wail...get over here people...I’m the princess...you guys are my servants....how dare you ignore me....listen!...don’t make me think... Rant. Scream. Scowl. Pull, tug...there...I’m as bald as ever...I no longer care! This bloody world that I was fool enough to step into is a freaking contrast. I mean, look at me... I want to run around and Mom wants me to sit still... The nerves!!! This bloody world is making me think...and I DONT WANT TO THINK... “Okay.” Mom is saying as she lifts me up high. “Let’s go get some fresh air.” “Fresh air?” What the heck is that? Who cares. Maybe “fresh air” will solve all my thinking problems. Mmm...it’s warm and so lovely out here. I stare in wonder. But no one seems to notice I am here. Except for Bobby, the dog. I giggled as he licks my bare toes. “Shoo. Down boy, down!" Mom yells at him. The dog takes off with his tail behind him and began barking at the wind in a sort of aimless manner...you know...kind of as if to say...my bark is nothing...wait until u see my bite...yeah right as if he could fool me...the little moron...I frown at him for making me think....I DONT WANT TO THINK... My gaze is drawn towards the fence. A huge green animal is shaking its head at me. Rude bastard!!! The nerves. As if I am scared... “That’s a tree.” Mom is saying. “And look at all the pretty flowers. Here. Let me pick one for you.” Pretty is a good word, I know this from experience so I grab the flower from Mom and stuff it into my mouth. “No!” She yells. “It’s poisonous.” Shucks. Then why the hell did she call it “pretty.” She told me I am pretty...now what is that supposed to mean? Yikes. Oh God! Help. I want out of this world! I am poisonous... But there is no way out. I am stuck here. I think I even like thinking ...er...a little. And I know it could become intoxicating if I give it a chance... And 'sides...I am too drive to drunk home. And not only that, my unsinkable titantic is not so ... er...unsinkable.... and worse...my home is sourrounded by the whole world. Yes, the world and its people er...are to be held responsible. They made me think. There is no escaping it...almost as if it's necessary for survival. So that's it. Now I know how to think....I am doomed to think... for the rest of my thinking daze.... So feel free to feel sorry for me. *sniff*  |
