I have been reincarnated into a fly for the second time. So, life is not great.
There are several things that I don’t love about this situation.
I don’t like that I have to buzz around everywhere I go. My mouth gets tired.
I don’t like that I have six, scraggly little legs. They are too scraggly for my taste and I still haven’t figured out what to use the middle ones for.
I don’t like that I can’t control when I shit. It makes me feel like the world is kicking me while I’m down and then making me shit when I don’t want to.
I don’t like that my relationships with my human friends have changed. I don’t like it when my friend Ronnie uses the fly swatter and yells “Good riddance of you filthy vermin” every time she kills a fly. And I don’t like it that everyone laughs and pats her on the back like she did a good job and all. And I don’t like that I can’t join in and pat her on the back because I have no hands.
I don’t like that my eyes are crazy.
I don’t like that I am remembering my past life. That makes me wonder if the machine is broken and that is why this has happened. And that makes me wonder if anybody knows it’s broken. And that makes me worried to think that it is broken and nobody knows it’s broken. Maybe they are understaffed.
I don’t like that in relation, I am of small stature to most things. I only love it when I land on a six foot Italian sandwich and I feel like my entire world is a sandwich. I really do love that.
I don’t like that everything is a trick. Like when I fly in through a window and then they close the window so I can’t get back out. Ha. Ha. Funny trick. Until I go insane and crawl in your ear hole and murder you.
I don’t like that Ronnie is coming toward me with a swatter.
I don’t like that I’m a fat slow-moving fly that is naturally attracted to the inside of human palms. The cards are stacked against me.
I don’t like it when I have sex with a lady fly and when we were done, all the guy flies are like “Ooohhh! That’s my sister/mother/friend/daughter/cousin!” What is this, middle school?
I don’t like that this is the second time I am a fly. It feels personal at this point. And I don’t like that that Ronnie is getting quite close, which reminds me that I don’t like that my life is so short. That it can end at any time. But I guess that’s the way for everyone.
Hmm…that is interestingly profound.
So now I’m thinking maybe this is a good thing. Whether or not this was a mistake or intentional doesn’t really matter. Maybe this whole thing is about learning to appreciate life even in the place of the most humble and short lived! Maybe it’s a question of mortality. To find the connection between humans and animals alike! MAYBE IT’S ABOUT—