It’s rare for someone to forget a childhood filled with laughter, and encouragement, but when one does, where does he/she go from there? What if that person remembers the past, but only connects with the dark moments of infancy?
Memories are harder to bear than the reminder of scars left from painful experiences. A single word can trigger a train of memories carefully hidden at the back of the mind, accessible only when one chooses to evaluate his/her life.
“Furries” are the creeps. They wait until one is at his/her weakest and when the moment comes, they put their plan into action, unleashing destruction (such as messing up the floor and finding relief just outside the door) in all places possible. They force their owners to care for them, when somewhere in a different wavelength and dimension, they are laughing at the humans’ gullibility.
“Screw the rules, I have money!” ~Yu-Gi-Oh Abridged
We are at our darkest moments. Times when speaking nonsense and cursing at people for no reason is acceptable. Days when stealing from a neighbor is okay but borrowing money is something shameful. How did we come to this? Is it truly the natural evolution of man? Are we destined to become *diots even if we try not to be one?
It’s like saying, “Screw the government, I’m bored.”
(Though I much prefer this statement from the first one.)
Embrace childhood like you would a stuffed toy. Care for it like you would fragile china, but let it go as soon as your hands become too rough to touch it.
Prompt/Inspiration from here.