Reflection 71

  In hindsight yesterday's post was a bit depressing in it of itself. Perhaps is it unwise to be so...pessimistic?...existential? Either way it wasn't a very light-hearted post. So, for this post, I've decided to include a joke. Ahem!*clears throat* "Why did the chicken cross the road?". Haha, I do love the puchline of this joke *flips over card with answer to joke on back*. Right, the chicken crossed the road because...It was suffering greatly in the throlls of an existencial crisis, trying desperatly to understand it's own understanding, fearing not just itself but the end of itself, and this train of thought only sparked another, a spark chasing a line of gasoline, the gasoline symbolizing the chickens own mind, but it felt guilty, with so many mentions of itself one could only feel selfish, for what could be more insignificant then a single chicken, brazen or crazy enough to attempt to cross a road, leaving the coup of life, lifes prisions and immovability, what gave way for such insanity, what could have catapolted such indignation, causing it to manefest as steps the chicken refuses to stop taking, but at some point, what more is there to take, how could it do this? How could it have known what is was to become? It knew not of the world and yet- it crossed the road, But to where was it's stop? It wasn't getting on a bus. Is there a stop in sight for the chicken? I fear it will be engulfed by either the predators of future, or the predators within itself. HOW CAN SUCH A SMALL BIRD CONTAIN SO MUCH CURIOSITY?! or stupidity?! WHAT IS IT DOING? WHERE IS IT GOING? DOES IT EVEN KNOW IT'S CROSSING THE ROAD? DOES IT KNOW THE POWER IT HOLDS?! WHY? I ASK YOU...WHY DID THE CHICKEN CROSS THE ROAD?! 

 Yeah, it's a pretty funny joke I'd say. I mean I don't major in comedy, but hey I chuckled at the punchline. Ha, anyway we analyzed movie clips in class today. We reviewed a couple rhetorical devices. It was a normal day to say the least.