Going Off the Rails on a Crazy Train

Its been one of those days wherein I sit and consider myself and my life. That never ends well, such a deep level of introspection. It makes one really consider ones life choices and ones place in the universe. Hardly happy time. Deep Thoughts are really best left to those who are accustomed to them. Me, I tend to think happy, light thoughts. Such as: I like zebra print. I wonder where that pen went. Can the fishes see it’s snowing? Etc.

Therefore, Deep Thoughts, when they do find their way into my consciousness tend to hit like a bag of garbage dropped out of a 3^rd story window onto concrete. Big, splashy, smelly, and unwelcome. Plus they then seem to seep into every other thought. “I’m hungry” becomes, “Why am I hungry again? Am I really so fat as to need food every 5 hours? And what’s to become of all the starving children in Africa?” Such things make it really difficult to enjoy ones lean cuisine.

Basically, as soon as the starving children, in the country of your choice, are introduced its all over for the happy thoughts. Happy thoughts tend to shrivel like a snowflake on a toaster in the face of thoughts like, “What am I doing with my life? What paths did I take to end up here? Do I really want to be here? Where do I really want to be anyway?”

Too deep for the likes of me. Good thing I’m eating Mexican food and watching Audrey Hepburn and Cary Grant run from spies tonight. Things such as that have clear answers, namely, “Yes, I do like my meal” and “Is that the bad guy?” clear cut, no gray areas, and everyone is happy at the end.