I’m sure when I was a kid my parents wondered why every single stuffed animal I owned had to be on my bed. (And I’m not even kidding). I doubt that I ever told them…but I’ve come to realize that I have this strange thing where I feel sorry for inanimate objects! I was so afraid of hurting one of my stuffed animal’s feelings, that I’d just have to have them all around me; I couldn’t bear to think that one would be sad if I chose another one. (The movie Toy Story has since proven my theory…)
I had thought that I had suppressed these feelings, but I realized in the grocery store the other day that I felt really bad for the apples I passed over in favor for the non-bruised ones. Will these apples find a good home? Are they sad because *I* didn’t pick them? Geez, Nance. Get a grip…
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The Zimmer Zoo 