Today I thought, “Wouldn’t it be great to be a monkey?” That way, I could fling poo at the people I don’t like and then when they say, “Why the hell did you fling that poo at me,” I’d just shrug and say, “Cause I’m a monkey.”
I feel better now. I won’t let that stupid comment get to me because there are more stupid people out there. The people in my life whom I love and care about are genuinely happy for me, and that’s what matters.
Still, being a monkey would be kind of fun.