On my way to work, I saw bumper sticker that said “My Other Car Is A Centaur.”
Most people would smirk or roll their eyes and never think of it again. I’m not most people. This was my thought process:
That is so disrespectful. Riding a Centaur is a privilege. They don’t let just anyone ride on them and then only in dire emergencies. Centaurs aren’t just pets you can keep in a stable like a common horse – they’re half people. They have feelings. Majestic is what they are. Kingly. Prophetic. Not even to be compared with a car, it’s scandalous!
Also, they’re mythical……..so, I probably shouldn’t be so bothered….should I be bothered that that bothered me though? Like, maybe my reaction to that needs to be evaluated by a professional. Oh! A new breakfast taco stand!
If I’m being honest, a lot of my more bothersome thoughts end with breakfast tacos.