When You Find That Idea
Finding that idea is like staring at The Birth of Venus by Sandro Botticelli and you stare and stare and think to yourself, “hmmm, I have no idea what’s going on here” but all of a sudden the dude in the top left turns his head to look at you and explains what’s going on.
Finding that idea is like an ant crawling in your clothes, and you’re slapping yourself trying to squash it, but you keep missing, so eventually it crawls up your neck and into your ear and whispers, “…hi” and your flabbergasted as you yell, “holy sh*t, ants can talk?!”
Finding that idea is like:
Finding that idea is like that girl that you have a crush on but are too afraid to talk to, and all day you dream of having the guts to go tell her you like her, but when you try you just get scared and sweaty (and slightly itchy?) and speechless and feel like a weirdo, but then on the most unexpected day she walks right up to you and screams, “I can’t hide it anymore, I love you!"
Finding that idea is like your prayers being answered.
Finding that idea is like being on a spaceship with your friend and the control center starts beeping and the screen reads “ALERT: OXYGEN LEVELS DEPLETING” and you start running around panicking and screaming, but then your friend slaps you across your stupid face and shouts, “Snap out of it!” and you snap out of it.