The way I think……

Hmmm…This sounds like a scary phrase, something that a psychologist might ask. “How do you think? What makes you tick?” These, in my mind, are the dumbest questions anyone could ask. Has anyone ever brought up the subject of the meaning of life? I have my own theory. No, it is not the fact that hamsters will one day rule the world…that is fact; this is theory. I believe that we are here to find out who we are. Just like a grand mystery with an infinite number of players, protagonists, antagonists and clumsy sidekicks. Am I making any sense? I am beginning to sound like those droning journalists who only speak to hear their own voice.  I do not want to be that. On the contrary, I want to be almost opposite that. I, like most people, like to feel important and use big words like hypochondriacs to sound all important and make themselves feel better but I am a bit different; I don’t give a damn about anyone else. Before you think me a complete

bitch—yes I use the word bitch because it suits the purpose quite well—let me clarify. I do not care how others see me. Many other people I speak to say the same thing but do not mean it and in a way I do as well. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t bathe or brush my hair but you can not look at me and say that I move quite in step with society. (wow what in the heck am I saying) te he ^_^ ok that’s more like it. In the cource you will see that I use the phrase “te he” a good deal. It has grown on me like a cronic disease…it is the answer to all questions.

“What did you get on the test?”

“te he”

“How is your boyfriend?”

“te he”

“How are you today?”

“te he”

“What is your name?”

“te he”

Ok maybe not all questions but most of them anyway. That, is only one way. My friend, Chen, said it best. “All that is in your head are colorful bouncing balls” That is quite an accurate account of me I must say. I am ashamed. I am a bouncaholic and it is an incurable disease. If there is one thing that I fear in life, it is to become a Nazi. Not in the literal sense but so strict and closed minded that I forget how to be friendly, loose, and different. Sure sometimes I can take it a little far by singing children songs in a high school football game while chasing my Ex around the field or yelling obscene things at a professional baseball player while attending a date, but doesn’t that make things a bit more interesting? Without me, or people like me in the world, what a bore! I mean the ducks would be able to go about their daily lives in peace. Yes, Ducks! I have a strange fettish with chasing ducks. It can’t be helped. So now you see I am also a member of DCA or Duck Chasers Anonymous. I’m on a twelve step program and so far am still on the first step. It’s not my fault I really try. It’s just those ducks. (pauses for a moment) well, what have I accomplished here? Not much! Well I lost track of what I was going to do in the long run but that is only a glimpse into the way I think…..