I had an interesting thought while I was sitting on the throne smoking a cigarette...
It occurred to me that I don't like eating grasshoppers. I suppose it's plasible that a portion, maybe even a large portion, of the population enjoys eating grasshoppers. Maybe I'm just strange, but I don't like eating grasshoppers.
So why my reluctance to eat grasshoppers?
I can't say that I've ever eaten a grasshopper so I suppose it's plausible that grasshoppers are mighty tasty little critters. Yet somehow the notion of eating a grasshopper just seems very unappealing to me.
Some might suggest that I'm missing out on the great grasshopper eating experience. Some might even go so far as to suggest that I am jealous of those who do eat grasshoppers. Ya know what? I don't think so! I don't think that I am missing out on the taste of the grasshopper. I definitely don't think that I'd ever be jealous of a person that eats grasshoppers. I mean, why should I be jealous; grasshoppers are just something that I have absolutely no taste for.
Perhaps I'm stuck on the grasshopper that got away and just can't bring myself to settle for another grasshopper? Again, I don't think so. I mean, aside from superficial differences, a grasshopper is really nothing more than a grasshopper. All grasshoppers are the same and probably taste just as bad. At least, in my mind, I can't quite fathom the notion that one grasshopper could possibly be any more appetizing than any other grasshopper.
Then it hit me... What if all the grasshoppers in the world conspired to prevent me from eating grasshoppers? Would I care? I mean, I've never had any desire to eat a grasshopper to begin with. Would a conspiracy to deny me the delicacy of the grasshopper force me to rethink my position and suddenly develop a taste for grasshoppers? I really don't think so! After all, I'm not a child that would seek out a grasshopper just because I've been told I can't have one.
I really don't like eating grasshoppers. I can't imagine that any grasshopper will ever be capable of changing my mind. More to the point, I can't imagine that I'll ever be too concerned about not having grasshoppers on my plate.
What if the grasshoppers placed me under unlawful surveillance? Should I start eating grasshoppers just to please the grasshopper police that have me under surveillance? Am I wrong to protest the surveillance?
Does being under surveillance mean that I want to eat grasshoppers? Most definitely not! I mean, you can only surveill someone for so long before you figure out that the guy just doesn't want any grasshoppers.
Anyway, I thought this was kind of interesting. Peace out and keep them pesky grasshoppers away from me; I'll never be that hungry!