I was in a good mood all day. Now I'm kind of sad.
In between the good mood and sad mood, I ate a banana. Nothing else happened.
Clearly, something is up with bananas. This is no doubt why zoos are now reluctant to give captive monkeys bananas. Zoos don't want to have to give monkeys Prozac along with their banana rations.
One wonders just who the banana growers are in bed with? Certainly not monkeys. Well, maybe a few are in bed with monkeys, not that there's anything wrong with that. And maybe they're lacing bananas with something that makes monkeys chill, but makes humans kind of sad. That's probably it.
Oh wait, maybe the reason I'm sad is that I went to TGP and instead of staying in the recording forum like a good boy, I ventured across the street into the guitar section and read the insanity there.
Did you know that there are people who hate just about everything? I mean, you name it, they hate it. Lots of PRS haters, Floyd haters, Humbucker haters, Single Coil haters, and a fairly wide variety of gold hardware haters. There are fancy top haters, cool inlay haters, paint haters, fat neck haters, thin neck haters, and pick guard haters.
Maybe it wasn't the banana after all. Maybe it was all these people who have nothing better to do than tell the world that they don't like something. This fact fills me with dread. Maybe the haters will wind up trying to run the world, and there will be The Hater Wars.
I do think there's a connection between haters, monkeys and bananas somewhere.