Existential Gust

 People are disgusting


When I meet people doing yoga with the sun on their faces, they usually have a smile for me. But when I meet people walking busily down the street, or in the market, all I get is a frown and they clutch their bags tighter.

It is said that people are essentially good eggs. What kind of egg? Did it come from a chicken? Or a goose? Which came first? The chicken or the goose? Or me? 

When I'm feeling a little more playful, I like to mess with someone's umbrella. Or someone's dress. Or you know, when they're carrying too many papers and it seems like the papers are unbalanced, and are juuuust screaming for a hand? I lend the hand. 

Ha ha ha, don't be silly, I have no hands! Or legs! Or feet! Even if I did, I wouldn't know what to do with them! Or mouth! How am I speaking?!? I'm in your head!

People are confusing. It's better to hang with the trees. They murmur a lot. Mostly secrets on how to live a long life. But it gets old. And I'm immortal, so I don't stay long. 

The grass is greener on the other side. How many sides are there?! 3? 4? Which side is the longest? Is it rhetorical? Am I theoretical? Close your eyes and look at the back of your eyelids, just enough to see what color it is on your side! Is it greener than mine?

Children play with me though. Sometimes the boy in the park would blow bubbles and watch as I carry them. I might throw it back in his face when I'm not in the mood, but he laughs. Or the girl who holds her little fan up for me to turn. Alright, children are pretty good.

Now you may ask where I got these children. From everywhere! From your own backyard! I got them just this morning! Before you had coffee! Or tea! 


I mean, when you're reading a newspaper, it means you're BORED. Why get so upset if I flick the pages for you? 


Oh look! It's a hurricane. I'm gonna hang with some friends, bye bye!

Published on
7/31/20 4:16 AM

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