If I were an animal, I would definately like to be a cloven footed animal, a domestic one, used for breeding purposes rather than meat of course as it is not my dream to end up hanging up side down off a hook with no skin on.
That would be rather undignified.
I would like to sit there in my comfort zone, in a nice afternoon breeze under my gum tree and feel nothing but contentment in the world.
My little white fence surrounding my paddock would be nothing but a token symbol of safety, the carnivores COULD possibly get in but Id feel no worry as I chew my cud, thinking pleasant thoughts about how wonderful the day is, as my clalf bleats every so often for milk.
What a life those animals lead, not a worry in the world really.
Thats why I feel getting a full frontal lobotomy is a good idea. Ignorance is bliss as they say, if you don't know about issues or people who would otherwise annoy you with their presence, then what is there to worry about? Nothing.
I have not seen "One flew over the Cuckoo's nest" but I will have to ask Dinkus if he could possibly download it for me as its something I have always wanted to see.
I wonder what he would think of having a drooling, opinionless, problem free girlfriend? Would it turn him on to change my nappy?
I wouldnt reall y want to poo my pants and have to tell him about it, but then again a blithering simpleton couldnt really speak anyway so I wouldnt be all embarassed.
I dont think it would be much fun to have a girlfriend who could not walk, go potty, speak or feel any form of emotion.
But it is not fun for a guy to have a girlfriend who has TOO MUCH emotion.
I have been an emotional wreck as of late. While some of that is understandable due to the fact I have been in recovery from that thing that I did, and am getting over a decade of addiction.
But its not his problem is it? I dont really want to trek back through the muddy swill that has been the last month- 2 months. There are too many factors involved, too many people putting their influence on a situation that was not theirs to add to.
I don't think its necessary for me to know about things I would get upset about, as once you know something for sure it does affect how you see things, well maybe anyway.
All I know is what I told him already. I love him. I want us to both be happy.
It makes me happy to talk to him. Its like he is the breeze that surrounds me in positive thoughts, love and comfort.
I do sit here and ruminate a lot about things I want to do in life, I had a lot of time to figure it out. I knew I was going down the wrong road to achieve true happiness. I need people I love and trust in my life, just like anybody else does. I am getting those people now and always have had those people around me.
I am happy today, sitting here under my virtual tree in my virtual field in the afternoon breeze.
Maybe I wont be needing my lobotomy after all, and will use my frontal lobes for good living instead of destruction by meth.
I love you Dinkus.
(I am a cow with a lobotomy!! WTF I is weird)
That would be rather undignified.
I would like to sit there in my comfort zone, in a nice afternoon breeze under my gum tree and feel nothing but contentment in the world.
My little white fence surrounding my paddock would be nothing but a token symbol of safety, the carnivores COULD possibly get in but Id feel no worry as I chew my cud, thinking pleasant thoughts about how wonderful the day is, as my clalf bleats every so often for milk.
What a life those animals lead, not a worry in the world really.
Thats why I feel getting a full frontal lobotomy is a good idea. Ignorance is bliss as they say, if you don't know about issues or people who would otherwise annoy you with their presence, then what is there to worry about? Nothing.
I have not seen "One flew over the Cuckoo's nest" but I will have to ask Dinkus if he could possibly download it for me as its something I have always wanted to see.
I wonder what he would think of having a drooling, opinionless, problem free girlfriend? Would it turn him on to change my nappy?
I wouldnt reall y want to poo my pants and have to tell him about it, but then again a blithering simpleton couldnt really speak anyway so I wouldnt be all embarassed.
I dont think it would be much fun to have a girlfriend who could not walk, go potty, speak or feel any form of emotion.
But it is not fun for a guy to have a girlfriend who has TOO MUCH emotion.
I have been an emotional wreck as of late. While some of that is understandable due to the fact I have been in recovery from that thing that I did, and am getting over a decade of addiction.
But its not his problem is it? I dont really want to trek back through the muddy swill that has been the last month- 2 months. There are too many factors involved, too many people putting their influence on a situation that was not theirs to add to.
I don't think its necessary for me to know about things I would get upset about, as once you know something for sure it does affect how you see things, well maybe anyway.
All I know is what I told him already. I love him. I want us to both be happy.
It makes me happy to talk to him. Its like he is the breeze that surrounds me in positive thoughts, love and comfort.
I do sit here and ruminate a lot about things I want to do in life, I had a lot of time to figure it out. I knew I was going down the wrong road to achieve true happiness. I need people I love and trust in my life, just like anybody else does. I am getting those people now and always have had those people around me.
I am happy today, sitting here under my virtual tree in my virtual field in the afternoon breeze.
Maybe I wont be needing my lobotomy after all, and will use my frontal lobes for good living instead of destruction by meth.
I love you Dinkus.
(I am a cow with a lobotomy!! WTF I is weird)