Not being able to say what's on my mind is driving me a little nuts. And not being able to do anything about it is really making me crazy.

I think in my next life, I would like to be a rock. Rock Life just seems so simple. Rocks just hang out, being rocks. Sure, they might take a beating from the elements, but they don't seem to mind. They just endure, all quietly rock-like. For a change of scenery, maybe I'd get to be involved in an avalanche. I might luck into a nice steady job as a paperweight. Or at some point, someone might throw my rock self at another someone, which seems kind of horrible, but they probably had it coming to them, anyway. And me, I wouldn't have to do anything, I'd just be my simple rock self, worry-free.

Unless...what if rocks really have whiring, worrying minds full of secrets and questions and truth, but are completely unable to communicate, ever, or initiate any action? Then being a rock would just suck, and I'm already feelin' that.