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Namesake.

So I've been thinking lately

 

What if

he's on a journey out to find himself

reading Hemingway and Emerson (his namesake) and roughing it at Walden Pond

smoking foreign cigars

and staring deep into coffee

to decipher the meaning of the swirls of smoke

that rise from it in the morning?

What if

he's asking ChaCha! the meaning of life

or trying out a new brand of shampoo

or attempting to set a high score on Tetris

or out burning down bridges just to see them ablaze

or doing volunteer work,

reading to disabled children at the local library?

What if

he's decided that this is all too much,

that he'd prefer to live in anonymity

trading his celebrity for secretarial work or carrot-harvesting

or breeding exotic fish

or renting out those inflatable jumping-castles?

What if

he's tired of all those books in Technicolor

all the paparazzi out to get him

and commercialize his favorite beanie

just because he's on vacation because he pulled some strings at the office

thus catapulting him into some movie set halfway across the world?

What if he's sick and tired of them hunting down his girlfriend

his dog

that random wizard mentor guy that's a deadringer for Dumbledore?

What if he would rather sit at home and watch the Game Show Network

and change his name to something boring like John instead of living up to a thinker's expectations?

Or maybe just the opposite, he's just watching Family Feud to pass the time because he WANTS to be a thinker

but doesn't know how?

Or maybe Family Feud just makes him lonely because he doesn't have a real family,

just that evil guy with funny glasses and ****** hair and an awful Hamburglar taste in clothes?

What if he's decided he's on the wrong path

and needs to turn his life around?

 

What if Waldo doesn't want to be found?

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