12.09.2005
Sometimes...I'm glad I'm not a kangaroo.
Because, what if I had an itch on my stomach and I went up to scratch it on a tree...then I accidentally scrape off my newly born kit that's trying to make it's way up to my pouch?
That would suck...
Sometimes...I'm glad I'm not a light socket...because then you'd have plugs shoved into you whether you liked it or not...and sometimes, they'd even stay there for years...nobody would ask you what you thought about it...it would just stay. I guess you could just get sick of it one day and decide to start and electrical fire...that is, if you had the balls.
Oh, how post-modern we were.
This discussion was had at a Denny's when I was 18...If I recall correctly, my friend and I were involved in a deep discussion concerning the standard issues that came with her *first* girlfriend...it was all heavy...as everything was with this particular person.
I recently got in touch with her...she's a lucky sort...re-created herself with a new name, a new place and a new identity all together. This seems a little weird to me, only because, no matter what, she'll always be that person in a serious situation that needs a bit of lightening...nothing's really changed...and, change what you will on the surface, but the person underneath will probably still need kangaroo humor to put things into perspective.
Or not.
She might have joined the throngs of anti-humor, "everything's life or death", "quit talking about marsupials, this is SERIOUS!", march-on-society, individuals that walk the streets these days...I don't know...
...maybe I should stop joking about marsupials already...they DO have a tough life...you know?
That would suck...
Sometimes...I'm glad I'm not a light socket...because then you'd have plugs shoved into you whether you liked it or not...and sometimes, they'd even stay there for years...nobody would ask you what you thought about it...it would just stay. I guess you could just get sick of it one day and decide to start and electrical fire...that is, if you had the balls.
Oh, how post-modern we were.
This discussion was had at a Denny's when I was 18...If I recall correctly, my friend and I were involved in a deep discussion concerning the standard issues that came with her *first* girlfriend...it was all heavy...as everything was with this particular person.
I recently got in touch with her...she's a lucky sort...re-created herself with a new name, a new place and a new identity all together. This seems a little weird to me, only because, no matter what, she'll always be that person in a serious situation that needs a bit of lightening...nothing's really changed...and, change what you will on the surface, but the person underneath will probably still need kangaroo humor to put things into perspective.
Or not.
She might have joined the throngs of anti-humor, "everything's life or death", "quit talking about marsupials, this is SERIOUS!", march-on-society, individuals that walk the streets these days...I don't know...
...maybe I should stop joking about marsupials already...they DO have a tough life...you know?
