[23] Pointless Thoughts
It's amazing how your favorite song can make you really happy. Or maybe I should say songs, plural. That goes for me, at least. I don't have a favorite song, because there are too many songs out there for you to just choose one. But every time I listen to one of my favorite songs, I feel a lot better. Music in general makes me feel better.
I never know what to write in here. Sometimes I can think of a topic in a second, but other days, well, this is the outcome. Nothingness on a little screen. Mostly I just think of really random things until I can put it in words. Let me try that.
[thinking]
Why do people slip on banana peels? When you think of it, they're not very slippery. Why would someone put a banana peel on the floor, anyway? Do they not know where the trashcan is? Or do they want to see someone slip and fall? Or maybe they were enjoying their banana a little too much and forgot all about the peel and it just kind of fell out of their hand.
And why are clowns so fucking scary? They're meant to make people laugh, so who decided that their faces should be painted to make them look like psycho killers? Why are they the only ones who can make balloon animals? Why the hell did Stephen King have to make them even more frightening than they already were?
I used to always want a tiger for a pet. I still do, as a matter of fact. I just always thought it would be so cool watching it mame a faceless enemy who happened to walk through my backyard. Then I could pet it and be like, "Good tiger." And then I'd give it a big piece of steak. Oh, and I also wanted to name it Anaranjado. Because I always liked that word. And it makes sense. Right?
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