People are so serious nowadays…

I say nowadays, but it seems to have been that way for a while, since St-Exupéry talked about it in The Little Prince. We could have been good friends St-Exupéry and I. I can imagine spending some time by his place, lying near the fireplace, drawing as he would have worked on his latest book. Talking for hours… I wonder if he would have winked at me in one of his stories… I bet he was that kind of guy. Writer, aviator and poet… Nice mix. But it would have been terrible to loose such a friend in circumstances like that, disappearing in flight.

I don’t know why human kind has decided that we needed to think like adults at a certain point in life. Acting like adults, I understand. The world would be a dang mess if we never got to act as adults…

My mind kept the childish habit of noticing or wondering about things that normal adults have put in the “no time to think about that” bin by reflex. With time, I have learned to keep those thoughts for myself. To avoid the eternal “Mais d’où sors-tu ça????” (Where did that come from???? – yeah, people usually talk to me in French)

I have a few friends and family members I can drop one of those thoughts on from time to time, but I try to keep it occasional to avoid being sent to the looney-house.

One of my latest released ones was very simple. I just noticed I didn’t personally know anyone named Georges. Georges is a common first name in Québec, and I don’t remember ever being friends, or working with one… Most people wouldn’t spend a second on that kind of thoughts… I do.

Strange mind of mine…