Why Aren't You Thinking Deep Thoughts?
I'll tell you why.
Because you get distracted by meaningless things, don't you? You allow yourself to step into the quicksand of your mind, the place where there are late fees on credit cards and long overdue dental appointments. And old relationships and new dings on the car. And anxiety over your noisy idiot neighbors and their idiot music. And where could you have possibly left your favorite sweatshirt? You haven't seen it in weeks. Is it gone forever? Oh, and in this mental quicksand there are even forgotten pickle jars. Way in the back of the refrigerator behind the lettuce that you were going to eat so you'd be healthy, and less likely to kack early in the game, but which you let rot and curl up like the slovenly pig you are.
Apparently there is also name-calling and self-condemnation in this place. And several cakes you left out in the rain.
Go, take your mind to the fresh layers of the inner self, the higher self, the one you sweep under the rug like bits of cockroach ankles.
Look at the monkey. Year after year. There it is! His face! Every time! You look at it and you expect something else to be there. Like a tuna casserole, or a box of Tide, or, for the love of God, at least a monkeywrench!
But no. It is his face.
I don't care who you are...that shit is deep.