Fel's Musings

I don’t know why I attract crazy. It’s not like I go looking for it. I just sit in my room most of the time. Yet, I step outside, even for a little bit and, BAM, crazy is right there. Like this morning, I get up to go to the bathroom, I’m out of my room for a minute, maybe two, to do the usual bathroom stuff. You know what I’m talking about (unless you don’t, in which case, you’re either an alien or incredibly unintelligent robot. Neither would really be out of place, considering all that’s happened in 2020). So, crazy caught me and started talking to me in my groggy state.             “That vaccine Bill Gates is working on, it’ll alter your DNA.” He says. Now, keep in mind, I’m still half asleep. So naturally, my inquisitive mind is thinking: that’s interesting, I wonder which vaccine? So naturally, I ask “which one?” “The one Bill Gates is working on.” “Which vaccine is that?” “His.” At this point, I realize: oh right, ...

I always feel awkward when people wish me “Happy Birthday”. Don’t get me wrong, I feel thankful. But I’m also a bit of “I didn’t really do anything. Thank my mother; she did most of the work.”