Too bad when I was a kid there wasn't a guy in our class that everybody called the “Cricket Boy”, because I would have liked to stand up in class and tell everybody, “You can make fun of the Cricket Boy if you want to, but to me he's just like everybody else.” Then everybody would leave the Cricket Boy alone, and I'd invite him over to spend the night at my house, but after about five minutes of that loud chirping I'd have to kick him out. Maybe later we could get up a petition to get the Cricket Family run out of town. Bye, Cricket Boy. - Deep Thoughts by Jack Handey.
Many times I feel like Cricket Girl. Someone thinks I’m cool and wants to hang with me and I start digging him or her too… but the next thing I know, my incessant chirping ends up getting me run out of their town.
Over the years I’ve learned how to disguise or stifle the chirping for a while, but eventually my head explodes and the chirp cannot be stuffed any longer...
I've come across the odd person who either has the talent of tuning out the chirping or seems to like the noise. And to those people I say THANKS FRIENDS... and I love you too!!!
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I love you cricket girl, and the chirping that I emit is louder than yours, so I basically make you feel normal.
I guess I am CROW girl. My chirping, its more like "cawwing".
Haha, that makes me think of another classic Deep Thought.
The crows seemed to be calling his name, thought Caw.
Cracks me up every time!
You do make me feel normal and stuff.
Actually, your chirping is akin to a magpie or squirrel on those camping mornings at 5am when you didn't get to bed until 3am... Hahahahaha. Oh well, me love you too (almost) Dr. Crow Girl!!!
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