All this week, I’ve been leaving work early. Don’t worry. I got my boss’s verbal approval before he left on vacation… Although, if I lose my job, it’ll be a safe guess as to why. Tomorrow, I’m staying until the end of day, because, you know, it’ll be quiet? Probably. Also, there’s the work I’ve not been doing this week. Right. Anyway. As I was driving home today, I saw a little person taking a piggy-back ride on the back of a bigger person. And I thought it’d be nice to have a big person for piggy-backs.
Having always been a big person, I don’t remember anyone ever offering me a piggy-back. In fact, I don’t recall ever having one. It’s not that I’m bitter or anything. It’s just either my memories have been erased or it never happened. Either way the result are the same. Me being jealous of the little person riding on the back of a big person up quite a steep hill. No one likes to walk up hills. If there was someone who was big enough, said person could hire her/his self out to take people up hills on their back. I bet it’d become all the rage.
It’s not that I’m lazy, I’m just a thinker. But then the poor big person giving the piggy-backs would always have to walk up the hill. I’m sad for this non-existent piggy-back giver. For this person will never know the joy of piggy-back. Like me. No. There’s no countertransference going on at all. I mean because I’ve never had one and there’s probably no way I’ll ever get one. But I’m not sitting around here moping. I’m thinking of new and inventive ways to get around walking up hills AND getting adults piggy-backs. Because that’s what I do. Think outside the box.
Aaaand this is what happens when I have multiple days in a row of going out. A clear sign I should spend the weekend sleeping. Also as you can clearly tell, the title has nothing to do with the actual topic of this blog, because you know, why not?