Ramblings...

When I was a kid going down highway 74, I swear I saw an Onyx on one of the cement pillars that line the highway. It was when I was about the age of either eight or ten, I cannot remember exactly, but I am, or at least was, completely certain that, while looking out the window, I saw an Onyx, the Pokémon, on a small cement pillar.

I think it was a combination of a tumblr post and watching the music video for "Send Me On My Way" by Rusted Root that brought back that memory. It is weird, looking back I keep thinking that "no, it could not have been. There is complete logical fallacy beyond just the thought of a Pokémon on the side of my road." I keep thinking that it would have been too large for the pillar or the face would not have been right or something. Any way, now, I am seriously doubting what I saw.

But then, I remember back to a couple months, even years, after I saw what I thought I saw, and, with complete clarity, I know that I knew that I saw Onyx. I was 100% certain. Now, this may just be the kid in me thinking that, but any how, I believe that...no, I do not know what I believe.

I never told my mum about this, as far I can recall. I know I did not tell her in that drive down. I do not know what it was, maybe just the beginning of my individualistic personality showing, the beginnings of me keeping to my own thoughts and ideas. I feel as though that I could have seen an Onyx that day if only my mum had pulled over, yet there goes my brain, again, thinking too much.

Of course I did not see an Onyx, nor, later, did I see the Dark Tower from my Digimon series as we drove down Vista Chino one afternoon. It is probably just my imagination running wild from things I was watching on the television, but what is to say it should not? Maybe seeing those things, regardless of their tangibility, was a good thing, allowing my imagination to get the better of me. I mean, hell, where would society be if great minds had no imagination?

...or maybe I should start studying for my History final. Sitting in my dark room for hours is never good for my health, but, what the hell, I will be back in the warm Coachella Valley soon when I can get a shitload of exercice outside in the sun.