We've all heard Cinderella and her bird friends sing the tune "A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes". I've always thought it was a nice little idea... Until my dream last night.
Listen, Heart, I know you mean well, but why would you wish to fly in an airplane piloted and attended to by gorillas? I really don't understand why you would want that. Can't you just stick to pumping blood, and leave the wishing and dreaming to my brain? I think my brain is a little more logical, as it was wired to be that way. I just don't think the heart was wired to dream. I'm sorry, Heart, but it just isn't your job. You tried your best, but it left me terrified and confused. It's just not meant to be.
And I like the dull interior of a plane; I don't need my seat to be amid leaves, trees, vines, and jungle wildlife to enjoy a flight. I think I'll stick with snarky women serving me my Cran-Apple juice and pretzels, and let the gorillas stay in the zoos where they belong, thank you very much.
(^This is OK for a flight^)
(^This is not OK for a flight^)
I have had an irrational (who am I kidding, it's completely rational) fear of gorillas since an innocent trip to Hogle Zoo this summer. All I was trying to do was recreate that heartwarming moment between Grace and Sidney (the gorilla) in Return to Me (if you didn't tear up at that scene, you don't have a heart! (I realize as I'm typing, heart comments probably aren't the best comments to make in relation to Return to Me.))
(^This is endearing^)
Anyway, the great brute charged at the glass, punched a metal strip, and pounded his chest menacingly, making me scream like a 13 year old girl at a Justin Bieber concert and leaving me with Pithecophobia. So, thanks for the effort, Heart, but can we just stick with the dreams about the royal family, Harry Potter, and travelling the world (preferably in a commercial jet, sans gorillas)? Thanks.
(^This is terrifying^)
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