Funny Moments



At two in the morning I discovered sugar ants infest the salt. The first thing I did was wonder if any of these ants I was fishing out of my water were pro-life or "abortion" ants. Did they fight for equal opportunities for all ant larva, or were they for eating their young when toughing it during our family vacation? Did they have ant ralleys, or picket their queen or the larve chambers? Did they fast for a certain number of days, to prove what the believed?

I had to smile at this idea. If all human life compared to the universe is as insignificant as an ant in a kitchen, then what’s stopping an ant, besides some IQ points, from raising moral debates among its peers? And after finishing all of this, only to die in a twist of fate in a glass of saltwater. Does it wonder for however brief of a second that its life was meaningless? Is it thankful that tonight I feel pro-ant-life? I carefully scooped it and its six followers on my spoon and smacked them into the sink, frazzled but unharmed. Now they have a little longer to accomplish something in their lives, and some distant part of me hopes that they have had a revaluation from this episode.

Do you ever find yourself doing what is right and direct, only to catch a glimpse, like a window's view from a car, that your going about it all wrong? Follow your heart, something inside whispers, only there will you find your happiness. Perhaps in a next life, I replied. For now I feel like the half-dead Dumbledore, and it is past my time for me to go to bed.