What Goes Through Their Heads?

Note:this post is not about me,nor does it reflect anything that I've really done or thought before(that much).

As I walk down the filthy sidewalks in this huge city of New York,I stare at all the people around me and wonder.I wonder what they did last night,wonder if they've been in jail,wonder how they got here,wonder where they're from and where they're going.I wonder What they're thinking about now,who they're thinking about now,and if they're wondering the same things about me.I wonder what they see in their eyes.
I wonder what they hear,what they smell.I sometimes wonder very random things,like:Do they have a blog of their own,have they read my blog,will they be in any part of my future,what is their favorite color,favorite food,favorite sport.I wonder,what were they like when they were my age,what they will be like when they're my age.I stand there wondering.

I know some of these things might not be any of my business,or it might not be important,but that doesn't keep me from wondering.

Then,out of the corner of my eye,as I was wondering,I see a bus full of people go by.I see the people,and they see me.Then the wondering starts again.

Lunacy.Complete lunacy.

Take a look at my brother's blog, www.levelheadedlunacy.blogspot.com .
If you click on "August 2005" you will notice that in the second post on that page he talks about his late parrot,Mimi.
I remember I used to fear that old bird.I had ever since I was too young to remember what happened that night(my brother told me about it a while ago):I had been left on the table or something like that and everyone else was somewhere else.Mimi climbed up on that table or something like that and,well,she wanted to seehow my hand tasted.I still have that scar on my hand,although you can't see it very well.So,I used to run away whenever Mimi was out of her cage.I think she somehow knew that I was scared of her ,because she used to squak at me and chase after me,atleast,that's what I thought she did.Sometimes though,she would be friendly and i could pat her or something.I really didn't understand why she would be nice to my brother and how he used to carry her around.
You know,though I kind of liked Mimi a little.And now,I miss her too.
And I'm with my brother,I hope where she is,There aren't any cages to keep her from exploring her world and I hope there's an endless supply of sunflower seeds and peanuts for her to chomp up and there are whole plains of newspaper to poop on and there are tons of little hands for her to "taste" and other wonderful things like that.


Which brings me to a conclusion,that doesn't have much to do with that but I want to right more,that this is an insane world we have here.

Wait,that wasn't our conclusion.This world of our's is insane,though.
All the time,you have this stupid song that you don't even like stuck in your head while you lay awake in bed,thinking about what's going on in the world,wondering if you'll ever fall asleep.The next thing you know,you're looking at your bedroom ceiling with the sun shining through the window and no matter how hard you try,you can't remember how that song went.Then you're getting ready for work when you realize you have the day off,so you run into town to buy some stuff,still trying to remember that song and while you're listening to your car's radio,you get another stupid song in your head.You stay in town until late at night,and while you're running back to your car you constantly look over your shoulder,looking for that imaginary person that you just know is gonna grab you while tht song is playing your head.The next day,you find out that you've just become rich.You go to get the money,and once you walk outside some police think you stole the money and they throw you in jail.Then you wake up finding out that it was all a dream.And you have thesong you were listening to in the car in your dream stuck in your head.
Just remember,be young,think smart,stay true,and just follow your heart.
--I got that from my cousin.

Life is like that.Live with it.