"No I'm gonna be a china cabinet!"
Current mood: curious
Category: Writing and Poetry
Disclaimer: This, like most things I write, never happened, other than in the psychosis of my demented little mind.
Someone, a long time ago, asked me an odd question. Now I believe odd questions require odd answers. He asked me if I was a boat. Funny that I knew the answer immediatley. I almost instinctively returned with, "No I'm a tree" Of course many boats are made out of trees, so I very well could have been a boat.
Until that point I never knew I was a tree, although I had my suspicions. At that moment my whole life made sense. The need to stick my feet in the dirt, and throw my arms in the air. Since that day I've tried to figure out what kinda tree I am. The realization that one is a tree does afterall spawn alot of questions.
I've come to believe I am a pine tree. I can be quite prickly at times and I like tinsel. Pine does not make good boats, so I'll end up a china cabinet or picnic table. A china cabinet would be cool, cause I could stand in the corner and watch everyone. Yes! Perfect, so when someone asks me another odd question I know the answer. "No I'm gonna be a china cabinet!"
