~Notes from Wonderland~
Recently I find myself wondering and wandering. These activities not being all that unusual for me, you may be asking yourself 'Why bother saying so?' Well, I'll tell you dear Alice. Because today this wonderful wandering wonder is brought on by an extreme case of boredom. A boredom so profound that its measure can only be taken by the league.
Why is the grass always greener on the other side?
Why is the unknown always more exciting?
Why do we crave what we cannot have?
Why do we grow bored of what we have?
These are the questions that plague my twisted feline mind's darkest recesses. Any input is appreciated my lovely Alice. Now and again one simply needs someone to plop a completely true answer in their laps. Or a completely insane one.
I think I want to chew on this die. But... the other dice will get upset, even if they don't know about it, the fake ones in my mind will. Sometimes they're even scarier.
So isn't one in your paw worth two in the tea? I mean, it MAY be a tasty die, it may not... it could be a particularly foul tasting die. If this were the case I'd have wasted my time and made all the other dice upset. In my head.
But this die is here, and the others are not. This die looks particularly nice, and new and shiny... and while the other dice are well worn and known to be quite efficient at rolling... this one is in my paw now. This die says nice things about my fur, and the other dice are nowhere around to brag about how they already have been chewed on many times.
Curious how I'm having trouble with this. Usually my trusty feline impulse kicks in and I simply do whatever I please at the time.
Why not just chew on it?
Why is the grass always greener on the other side?
Why is the unknown always more exciting?
Why do we crave what we cannot have?
Why do we grow bored of what we have?
These are the questions that plague my twisted feline mind's darkest recesses. Any input is appreciated my lovely Alice. Now and again one simply needs someone to plop a completely true answer in their laps. Or a completely insane one.
I think I want to chew on this die. But... the other dice will get upset, even if they don't know about it, the fake ones in my mind will. Sometimes they're even scarier.
So isn't one in your paw worth two in the tea? I mean, it MAY be a tasty die, it may not... it could be a particularly foul tasting die. If this were the case I'd have wasted my time and made all the other dice upset. In my head.
But this die is here, and the others are not. This die looks particularly nice, and new and shiny... and while the other dice are well worn and known to be quite efficient at rolling... this one is in my paw now. This die says nice things about my fur, and the other dice are nowhere around to brag about how they already have been chewed on many times.
Curious how I'm having trouble with this. Usually my trusty feline impulse kicks in and I simply do whatever I please at the time.
Why not just chew on it?
