Today is Wednesday, it feels just like any other day. I don’t know how else to explain it. Feelings are ramped up today, I don’t know how else to explain any of it. I’m kind of emotional and I don’t know what to do about it. I hate feeling this way, it sucks. But feelings will be feelings and there’s nothing I can do about it I’m afraid. A sad shame and turn of events I fear. But what can one do about these thoughts that enter my mind? Not a whole lot I’m afraid. Sometimes I feel it’s paranoia doing its bloody work on me. I hate paranoia, I hate being paranoid. It’s a thing that simply happens and I don’t have a way to overcome it. If I could overcome it, do you think I would be dealing with all of this? I doubt it. I think life would be better off for my brain at least, my mind wouldn’t be alerting me to things that aren’t real. The demons wouldn’t come out to play at least, and I might be able to figure something out in this life. That’s how I see it though, not sure how it’s meant...
Some penguins like to be tickled… others do not.
I for one… do not enjoy the tickling. I tend to kick… and or scream. It’s my nature… I’m a penguin. Don’t touch me unless I invite you to.
That simple right? Right… well so my owner thought. They touched me… I bit them back. Now I’m behind bars… kinda a sad life for a penguin. Being behind bars like this. I’m sure some of my penguin friends will come rescue me.
Sure they “call” it a zoo… but it’s something far worse than that. People coming by every day to take a look… a “quick peek”. Yeah if it were such a “quick” one, why would they let their kids gock at me all friggin day?
Yeah… something like that. Oh well. At least the temperature is right… and they keep the polar bears next door behind a pane of glass. That’s nice of them. I’m not a fan of the polar bears… they tend to freak me out. Kinda creepy if you ask me.
There’s another penguin in here with me… she doesn’t talk much. Come to think of it she doesn’t do much of anything… she just kinda sits there and smiles at me. I think she likes me… we’ll have to investigate this further.
I for one… do not enjoy the tickling. I tend to kick… and or scream. It’s my nature… I’m a penguin. Don’t touch me unless I invite you to.
That simple right? Right… well so my owner thought. They touched me… I bit them back. Now I’m behind bars… kinda a sad life for a penguin. Being behind bars like this. I’m sure some of my penguin friends will come rescue me.
Sure they “call” it a zoo… but it’s something far worse than that. People coming by every day to take a look… a “quick peek”. Yeah if it were such a “quick” one, why would they let their kids gock at me all friggin day?
Yeah… something like that. Oh well. At least the temperature is right… and they keep the polar bears next door behind a pane of glass. That’s nice of them. I’m not a fan of the polar bears… they tend to freak me out. Kinda creepy if you ask me.
There’s another penguin in here with me… she doesn’t talk much. Come to think of it she doesn’t do much of anything… she just kinda sits there and smiles at me. I think she likes me… we’ll have to investigate this further.
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