Here I am. A little blue frog. Apparently, I have a ‘toxic’ opinion of life. Its all to do with an event in my youth. I got born and started crawling and hopping about on big green leaves. Yeah I know what leaves are! I was very happy.
Anyway, one day I met another creature just like me. You know – long gangling legs and arms and an annoying habit of making a funny little noise – sort of “riiibbit – riiibbit” with a comparatively big wide mouth, and like me, really good at hopping.
But this one said to me, in a riiibbity way – “Wheh! I think you are gloomy looking!”. I asked what he meant because I was somewhat offended, and up to that moment had been very pleased to be me, but now was feeling confused. He said “Well look at me – I am bright orange! Did you ever see such a gorgeous hunk but myself in your life?”
(What does it matter if I see or think “blue” or “orange”? Do you see my blue or orange?)
I said to this opinionated little bastard, “How did you get to be orange?” “Don’t know” said he, “Just am.”
I though about this for a moment, and said “You look ridiculous!” and I hopped away. (Thinking, ‘he’s using too much carotene like that stroppy human who calls himself a president’)
The morals of this story are: –
Other peoples’ (or frogs’) opinions can just be rubbish. That of course has to include opinions expressed here.
Also, lay off using too much tanning lotion. -Never act on your opinion until you have really thought about it – and then thought again. Never judge by the way someone thinks, because the next one you meet could be – green! red! or yellow! , and could think entirely differently from you.
