This is an odd morning, on more than one occasion. For instance, I just sympathized with a mosquito. Let me explain, mosquitoes don’t quite go out that much in winter, you can think of them as your average senile neighbour who never managed to pick up the paper after November. This particular mosquito lazily hovered by in the middle of January. I didn’t have the heart to shoo it because I couldn’t help but think that maybe that mosquito’s family didn’t care that much about him anymore, how they wanted to send him to an old people’s home and he took it too much to heart that he fought and regained his freedom only to be left homeless in this awful weather. I’m sure the chill down his spine isn’t triggered by freedom as much as it is by frostbite. Poor mosquito.
Knowing me, you’d see it was only a matter of time before I’d eventually
get into anime, and truly that time has come. Although, I cannot for the life of me understand how the hell anime has not been ruthlessly attacked by feminists. I mean they tore Shakespeare a new one for putting females in vulnerable positions and then you watch anime and all you get are airheads, inferior creatures and babbling ingénues and they’re like ‘oh okay then, cool’? It just doesn’t make sense! Also, Japanese metal is disturbing, and I mean a whole new level of disturbing. Which reminds me, Japanese anime is not above killing protagonists and it is not unusual to fall in love with an anime character. It is quite natural, I suppose, one of the many loopholes of being a sapiosexual is the fact that you will fall for anything that radiates an air of intelligence even if in fact it were a thing, or you know, if it were a thing that doesn’t actually exist.
I’m oh so very glad TV shows exist because we wouldn’t have been able to afford that much therapy with my college education. Another reason why this is an odd morning is that I'm inexplicably craving steak and a glass of dry red wine. At least now I can see why philosophers have died trying to figure out what women want. However, I'm in a good mood today, because when you've been in a bad mood for long enough it bypasses 90 degrees and approaches 180 then you're cool again. Although I have to admit, my reaction to the birds wasn’t quite as mild as they show it on TV; I had the urge to shoot each and every one of these feathered kooks in the face with a bazooka. I’m not a morning person, not one bit.
I’ve been having a little bit of an identity crisis lately, so much that I have a feeling that if I ever go to a fortuneteller, she'll just look into the crystal ball & see a future full of anime, coffee & books. They say the middle child gets the best of both worlds, well I'm an only child, I get all worlds and the dimensions squeezed in between..but that’s not always good news. Besides, why should I have an identity crisis and you don’t? Hm? Google 'askew', regain faith in less than 2 seconds. You're welcome. Now type illuminati backwards dot com and lose faith again.
Have a great day.
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