Don't I have any shame?

For those of you who wrote asking about my bellyache, please receive my paw-signed "thank you" note. It makes me happy to know that there are other people out there willing to read about such a trascendental topic.

Yes. I am recuperating. The bellyache is fading. Next time, I will listen to my vet. I will not have sloppy joes and brauts anymore...

The funny thing is that this morning, when I woke up, an existential thought crossed my mind.

It's a thought that has bugged me all day. I haven't stopped tossing in my bed thinking about it.

You'll see:

Right now, this very moment, there are millions of people doing important things: working, taking classes, studying, running businesses, attending meetings, jogging, walking, going out for dinner, visiting, hanging out with friends and such...

And while all this is happening, I am here thinking and thinking and thinking...

I ask myself in this crucial moment of my existence: how come I am resting on this bed looking at an invisible dot in the space as time passes by?

What is keeping me from standing up and going out to conquer the world? Didn't my ancestors do that? Weren't the Scottish a clan of brave warriors?

So then, what's wrong with me? Don't I have any shame?



No.

(sigh)

I don't have any shame.

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