CHICKEN FEET AND CRAB

I came home late last night. When I arrived around ten o’clock in the evening, I didn’t feel that I’m exhausted after a busy and chaotic day.

After a chaos at school, me and my friends decided to have a time out and ate at a nearby restaurant. As usual, we converse loud, laugh our hearts out, and reflect and imitate what we did. Hilarious. It’s normal and usual for us to have a hard time to pick what to eat. Most of us have well stimulated brain centers and have good appetite. We we’re eight last night. Eight different individuals yet we connive and have commensal relationship. We are not perfect but we are a great group. All of us have downfalls and shortcoming, yet we try to understand.

The waitress served the pizza. We ordered two. I noticed that the chicken topping is sweet. Both taste good, actually. I came to think about the chicken feet, it’s far apart. Unlike us, we stay close as we can and as much as possible. For sure, the chicken’s muscles differ from humans, and the muscles in feet are one of the examples God would like us to reflect on. Why are they apart? Perhaps, there are muscles opposing, like in real life, there are people who oppose. They give justice to their role as villains. They will do everything that they could just to cause turmoil.

When I arrived home, I went to the kitchen right a way and get something to drink. I obeyed my thirst and drink Sprite. I smiled and make fun of myself. I went to the dining table and look at the food being served. There was an autonomic stimulation, the pupils of my tiny eyes dilated because of the crab. I washed my hands quickly. I stared at the crab having second thoughts of eating. I always have a messy time eating a cooked crab. At sometime, a thought came into my mind and asked myself why people act like that. People who are capable and amused if they do devil things. People who have long arms to pull people down.

They say our individuality brings spice to each and everyone’s life. Affirmative as it is. On a daily basis, we encounter people. Some serve as guiding spirit, some function like a crab and chicken feet.

Crab and chicken, so poor, with minute brain!

At this point, out burst of my emotion ceased down. I just want to ask this people, are you the chicken feet or the crab, or a crab with a face that of a chicken feet, or crab with chicken feet?