Worth Consideration

I wish the world was a blog. I would eat my lunch, and the ground beneath my chair beneath me would contain some words about my lunch-eating experience. I would cross the street, and in my footsteps there would be letters in a large and shapely font that said, "FOOT." I would climb a tree, and the tree woud suddenly be full of posts about how much fun it is to climb a tree, and how it's especially adventurous when I pretend I'm a daredevil, and how I should really wear a helmet in case I fell. After all that, I would go home for relief from the world-blog and fall asleep to calming posts about lullabies and white noise.

At this point, me not posting on this blog has become simply rebellious.

But I think I've sowed my wild oats.

Fact of the day:
Thailand means "land of the free."

If Grass Could Talk

Two blades of grass stand beside each other in a farm field among many other blades of grass. Everything is quiet.

"Do you ever really take the time to look at people?"
"No. I don't have eyes."
"You know what I mean."
"No I don't. I don't have a brain."
"Just shut up and listen to me."
"I can't. I don't have a mouth."

Everything is quiet again.

Now, if grass could stop being so damned literal and have a real conversation.

"Do you ever really take the time to look at people?"
"I don't like to look up. Makes me dizzy."
"But you've noticed their arms, right?"
"Only when they grabbed Jimmy."
"Yeah. That was a sad day."
"I miss Jimmy."
"Me too. But anyway, have you ever wondered why we don't have arms?"
"Not really. I've never wanted to pick anything up."
"Really?"
"Yep."
"I wanna pick stuff up all the time."
"Well...tough luck."