Ramblings... coz thats what I do best
I was sitting on the toilet replaying a blog I read in my mind and wondering why they would hype up another link that I found boring (as if the world revolves around my taste) when it hit me.... does the voice in my head match my own voice? Can I change it? What if I wanted a voice like the nav system in the car- maybe switch it to a foreign language as it tries to speak English? I tried to switch it to a high pitched annoying voice you would find opposite of Steve Martin in a movie... but it was to annoying echoing off the walls of my brain. I found myself sitting there saying random words out loud and then trying to say them in my head to see if they sounded the same and then it donned on me that I just might be crazy... I would definately appear crazy if my husband or cat was paying attention to me just spouting out random words as if I had torretts and then cocking my head to the side listing to the ceiling..... ya.... I might need help.
As if that weren't enough, I transfered my crazies to my cats universe. She was walking into the kitchen for a treat (because anytime I walk towards that end of the house it means it's treat time apparently)( I think she has me trained... damnit). I watched her delicately pick up one treat at a time and savor it with a side to side chew and thought, "she lives her whole life in this house.... she probably things this house is all there is.... no... she can't think that as I take her outside and she peeks thru the cracks in the fence." I wonder when we moved her from the old house to here and she had to ride around in that crate, if she thought we were going in little circles and then like elevator doors, we opened the cage and she is magically in a whole new universe. No wonder she freaks out when we got to the vets. It must be like taking a space ship to another planet everytime she steps into that crate.
As if that weren't enough, I transfered my crazies to my cats universe. She was walking into the kitchen for a treat (because anytime I walk towards that end of the house it means it's treat time apparently)( I think she has me trained... damnit). I watched her delicately pick up one treat at a time and savor it with a side to side chew and thought, "she lives her whole life in this house.... she probably things this house is all there is.... no... she can't think that as I take her outside and she peeks thru the cracks in the fence." I wonder when we moved her from the old house to here and she had to ride around in that crate, if she thought we were going in little circles and then like elevator doors, we opened the cage and she is magically in a whole new universe. No wonder she freaks out when we got to the vets. It must be like taking a space ship to another planet everytime she steps into that crate.