Thrift, thrift, Horatio!

Ever since the death of her mother, I have gotten closer to my young cat Hershey. She inherited the feral gene from her renegade and homeless father, and has never been much of a.. lap cat.

More than a year has passed now, and I’ve developed a strange, strange relationship with the cat. Every night or so she claws at my window to see me off to sleep, meowing twice and looking in my eyes before racing off into the night. Every morning we wander around the yard, taking turns showing each other things. She’ll bring me random items and lay them at the back door, a glove, an apple core, and an add for Burlington Coat Factory.

I think she wants me to follow her into the darkness, but I also think I’m crazy. So I won’t. I’m spending too much time on the computer, it’s beginning to detach me from physical reality..

Actualities in our existence which many do not desire to accept because of the self-incrimination probabilities and dependent-nature tendencies. Most people have decided to make their own reality by changing an existing reality or creating a new one for their own individual purposes... so they can maintain authority and control over their own life and maintain a position over others as being free from any blame.

Meow

It is pretty much impossible for me to revert back to my old ways of thinking; justification and separation are two luxuries my new philosophical introspective will not allow. Every day my own thoughts are interrupted by some other peculiar side of myself, twisting simple ideas into elaborate reflections aimed at wisdom. It’s harder to live without excuses, being pushed to follow a set of morals I’ve always seen as right but never wished to follow during my free time, when I believed the eyes of God might look away from time to time.. and I could get away with it.

I can’t get away with it, not even myself is inattentive. I know it’s for the best I just wish I understood where this other Sara came from. I wish I knew what I was supposed to do. I can’t even really dislike anyone anymore… garr! I miss minor transgressions.

Actually, I did silently plot the deaths of these three teenagers who wouldn’t stop talking and playing with their cell phones while I was trying to watch Spiderman 2 for the second time. So not all is lost!

*cricket*