Random Thoughts

So, when my friends don't want to listen to my late night rants, I just post them here.

If anybody is out there reading this, well...

Good luck.

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January 15, 2013

Time: 10:35 PM

Subject: "Mole"sters and "Moo"lesters

My friends, we have gathered here today to discuss a very serious and very important subject in today's society. It's about identification. An output on life that not may people have, but many people are called this.

People all over the world have been called this, but do we really know what it means? How can we know we are using it right? Can we be one ourselves? What is this word?

The dreaded M word.

Molester.

A molester, by definition, is someone who inappropriately touches someone else or something else. Now, this is true. But lets really break down the word.

"Mole"ster.

This term dates back ages to a happier time than the one we love in. A simpler time, where nobody had a care in the world.

Until he came along, that is.

Chester was an ordinary fellow, spending his cheer with friends and family. His friends were his surroundings: the trees, his special chair in the corner of his abode. His family was his surroundings: his house, the trees once again, and the patch of flowers located in his "backyard." He lived a simple and quaint life in a log cabin in the woods, spending his days chopping down trees and had a strange habit for knitting. He was a very kind fellow, but was often very lonesome. So, he went in search for a friend. A companion, so to speak. One that would not judge him.

Now, Chester was a nice fellow, but many people disliked him for his marred looks, due to a birth defect. Many people didn't like Chester, and thought he was strange and a freak. He was a gentle giant. Large and awkward, he tried to make himself seem small, but it was no use.

He just wanted a friend.

He figured since the trees were his friends and the woods were his friends, that they would have a treasure waiting for him. Traveling out one day, he searches high and low for a friend.

Towards the end of the day, he sighed in defeat and made his way home.

He just wanted to be loved.