My Kind Of Thoughts (COMPLETED)

Thought~27 -English-

I ate something...
that is a chocolate bar, it's called '"cloud 9"
- if you know what it's well, then... I guess, you really know it. -

One day I saw a chocolate bar fell on the floor, I can't resist looking at it. It looks delicious,
- I just want you to know that, that day was so messed up for me. -

It was an actual chocolate bar, someone opened the pack and the inside eventually fell on the floor,
- the floor has glitters on it. -

Then I was staring at it, waiting for a moment to grab it, without knowing that there's already glitters on it, that's begging for me to get suffocated by it.

Its size and shape was like a standard brick, and then someone ran towards me, that's when the nightmare begins.

Because that person stepped on my precious brick bar that isn't really mine.

I was staring at it for a very long time.
I guess, it's time for me to make a move.

I suspiciously looked at my front, back.
Up and down. Left and right.
Diagonally, Vertically, and Horizontally.
Every way that is possible for me to see.

North, East, West, South, even if I don't know the directions, because I'm just too lazy to use a compass.

But thanks to the sun for giving me the direction for East and West.

I crouch and stealthily grab the
"not-my-glittery-stepped on-brick looking-chocolate bar."

Do you know what I did next while it's on my hand?
I eat it.
Yes, I totally freaking eat it.

I don't know if that 5 minute rule is true...
- I know that it's 5 seconds, but this is my memory, someone told me that it's 5 seconds, and then someone told me it's 5 minutes. Well, then I'm confused now.
Just make it into 5 years then."

But eating it felt like eating a grass on the field,
- even if I haven't tried eating one -

There's no flavor on it.
Am I being set-up by someone?
- And why am I thinking about this right now? I'm just too late to realize it then. -

Maybe some stalker,
or spy that will probably look like...
a foot, or an actual potato head.

Because if it was real, that set-up was really bad, because I didn't even die,
or suffer from a deadly diarrhea.

But I guess you know what will be my dream job.

You don't know?

I'll be a Janitor.

Not just an actual Janitor,
but a freaking Janitor Fish.

I will eat every leftovers,
every food that looks delicious on my eyes,
that have been staying on the floor for like...
5 hours, I guess.

But I will basically eat everything...
under 5 mins,
or more or maybe less.

No one knows,
but you know now.

I'm weird right?
And that's why I'm pretty unique.

Yeah, PRETTY UNIQUE.