Recently I’ve noticed that I’ve been cracking the top part of my cranium on the cabinet after I get coffee each morning.
Then I realized to paraphrase partially The Talking Heads song:
I don’t own a large automobile
this is not my beautiful house
this is not my beautiful wife
how did I get here?
I own a Prius, live in a rental cottage in the Berkshires, am single and I don’t know how I got here, except for that bump on the top of my head that I feel each morning in the shower as if I’m a phrenologist.
But let’s say that is my Second Life, because in my first life, I actually do own a large automobile:
Okay, it’s not a Cadillac, but it is a large automobile.
This is not my beautiful house. My wife and I do rent this, and it’s not really that pretty and the shingles are starting to show signs of wear:
This is not my beautiful wife. No, that is my beautiful wife:
I got here through the process of reverse osmosis. Don’t ask me. I’m not a marine biologist and I don’t understand it either.
I don’t even drink coffee, but I do have a groove on the top of my cranium where earworms like this congregate: