Mosquitoes are the fucking worst! Hibernators will complain about the itchy bites, whereas others, with more sensitive sleep rituals, can't stand their infuriating buzz. Regardless, no one likes them. I mean, no one.
Imagine having zero purpose. To the point where scientist, the type of people who want to leave the earth as we found it, have openly contemplated tactics to remove them from this planet.
As you can probably tell, last night I had a run in with one of those skinny pricks (not a scientist, but a mozzy). After I killed it I set in to a mood of contemplation. What purpose do we really have that is more important than a mosquitoes?
To tell you the truth, the title of this song originally got me thinking about who/what I wouldn't want as a best friend. Seeing as the mosquito who was slain last night roams the earth with about as much purpose as any of us, perhaps I need to reconsider who I would want to be best friends with.