#1197
Today I'm bored of being me. I'm bored of being a pushover, a doormat whom everybody steps on on their way out into the big bad world. I'm tired of squeaking a muffled welcome when their dirty shoes land on my face.
I'm tired from all the dealings with people. Humans aren't supposed to be solitary creatures so maybe I was wired the wrong way. That, or secretly I'm an android, for there's no other explanation for my overwhelming desire to dig a hole in the ground and grow old in it alone. I would survive on a diet of earthworms and other things that live in the soil, and occasionally some sweet potato roots would grow in my direction. Sweet potatoes and... carrots I guess, those are roots too right? Those would be the only things left connecting me to this world.
The world has worn me down, almost ironically perhaps, given my doormat nature. Perhaps too many feet have left their mark on me and friction has eaten most of me away over these years. I'm too weak for this big bad world. I do not have feet I can drag to work like everyone else, and I'm bored of these hamster wheels that everyone seems to be running in (no wonder they call it a rat race, they're merely racing against themselves on this pointless contraption meant to create a false sense of purpose). Today I'm going to lug my feet-less body off my hamster wheel like a slug. I'm going to end my relationship with this pointless running for alas I now see it for its meaninglessness
Today I'm going to take a walk to space, and then take a walk in space. I've been crawling through space-time for my whole life and this continuum has gotten drab. I want somethingg new and shiny. I want to try outer space. Enough of waiting for my rocket to come, if it's not coming I'm leaving anyway, even if it is by foot. (wait, no feet) Does google maps have directions to Saturn perhaps? I've always fancied those rings (someone clearly liked it and put many rings on it, ha ha okay not funny sorry) and I don't think I'm adventurous enough to venture beyond this galaxy just yet.
I would send you a a postcard from Saturn but I'm not sure how the postal service works there, or if they even have one. I'm just hoping that when I reach there, I won't be greeted by the sight of hamster wheels again. But you know what, I think it'll be beautiful. I think while I'm there I could try growing some feet so that I can stand up again. Perhaps the air on Saturn would do me some good, some feet-growing good. It will all be like a nice sabbatical except I don't see myself coming back. Perhaps I'll fall in love with a Saturnian (is that what they're called since people from Mars are Martians?) and find new purpose beyond hamster wheels.
Maybe it will bore me and then I will take another walk to Neptune. I hope they have google maps there because I'm not sure I want to fall into a black hole. Then again, that might be quite an adventure in itself, falling and warping with the space-time continuum. The thought of this is so much more tantalizing and appetizing than the hole and the earthworms. I hope the people in outer space are nicer than the people on this world. I'll see you soon, maybe on Google Saturn street view.