Putty Peeps Diaries, Do I Look Like a Turtle?
A turtle? Do I look like a turtle? No I don’t look like a turtle because I am a Putty Peep. I may be green with piercing amber eyes and a round shape, but I am most certainly not a turtle. I don’t know why that irritated me so much; I suppose I am still trying to figure out what I am. The age old question, the Id, the Ego, the whole enchilada, the what am I doing and where-should-I-go-next-bucket-of-life’s decisions. I don’t like to be questioned when I am still searching for the answers to my own questions. Let me be! Let me ooze as I please. Let me figure out my own way. Please don’t call me a turtle.
I made it out of my comfort zone, out of my box—or tin—out into the world. On my way to figuring out my own way. Now I only need to . . . I only need . . . I only . . . Hey an enchilada sounds good. I am hungry. There, that is my declarative statement, my definitive what I want, my hierarchy of needs succinctly stated. I want an enchilada. Well maybe something that does not require appendages to consume. I could throw myself into a vat of enchiladas but I don’t know if that would be wise, plus I am not sure if enchiladas should come in vats.
Back to my bullet journal and self imposed task lists. What is next on my hierarchy of needs? Shelter? Do I need shelter when I could just climb back into my tin and retreat from the world again? Would it be better to move further outside of my tin, test the waters, ride the wave, feel the rocks crunch under my . . .Well feel the rocks slide under me at least. What is it that the world wants from me?
This is only my second day out and already I want to crawl back in and avoid all of it, forget about change and go back to staring at the lid of my tin, safe and silent. Why is it that change is so hard? Evolution, revolution, movement, all of it going somewhere but not backwards. You can’t really slide backwards because back would be going back in time and time moves forward. All you do is move further away from your goal. Nope, not going back inside that tin. Not gonna do it, I am gonna stay out and see where this takes me.