There have been many days already that i am with an idea over my head, I don´t know where it could have stuck over me, but it was a wednesday when I noticed it following me, I was thinking about the ways to bring an actual elephant inside a room and other important stuff like that when I realized something watching me, and there it was, an idea mixed among people´s gossips, it certainly doesn´t look like a great idea, judging by its clothes one would call it a mediocre idea, one like the ones that come and go every time but the problem is that it is not going anywhere.

It started by following me as many others before, not that I’m a great thinker but the ideas come to me frequently and I just have to get them a most suited person and they leave alone, but not this one and I don’t know what does it wants, it just walks behind me and sits closely, I don’t dislike ideas but I can’t stand when they look at me like that.

It has been two weeks and the idea is still around my head, I already tried to drive it away by reading gossips magazines and watching reality shows but it doesn’t seems like going, at this point I’m pretty upset and not in the mood for ideas bothering me, I mean, have you ever went through something similar? To have a quiet comfortable life with just all you need but suddenly the ideas came to break the harmony:

"Should I have a bigger house?"

"Do you think this dress makes me look fat?"

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"Is the world as good as it should be?"

"Hold my beer, I think I can do that!"

But all I know is I’m just no letting this idea to ruin my quiet life...

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I said it won’t happen but it’s already two months with this idea around my head, and my patience limit was reached long ago, this other time I even went into a church to have a moment alone expecting the priest to be one of those who don’t like new ideas but it turned out to be a very old one, and because of that he let it in even when he couldn´t understand it, the idea stood still looking at me for hours.

God, how I hate when they do that.

Enough! I’m getting rid of it...

Today is the day; today I’m going to kill it!

I left my house early as every saturday to go in a walk around the park, I sat under the great oak a little north to the kiosk, this is a good place for ideas to come and I know it will be coming anytime soon.

There it is!

It got closer slowly, trying to take me by surprise by attacking my back, but I saw it and let it approach me by showing no signals of recognition, it took a step, then another, and one more, then I jumped at it and strangled it, it struggled in my hands, such endurance! I realized that for killing an idea one must destroy its very center so I pierced its heart with the sharp sword of my tongue: the definite reason of its impossibility.

Nothing is as effective against an idea as a well nailed argument between its ribs.

I felt the jubilee of my accomplishment, now I all had to do was to hide the body.

Then I saw an elderly couple walking by and I hid, afraid of them discovering my crime, but they kept walking just sparing a single glance to make sure they didn’t trip with the corpse.

But I forgot that nobody cares about dead ideas.