I feel badly about it. I cannot seem to help myself, though.
Like a catchy, old chewing gum jingle, images and concepts from a popular Pixar film that I saw this week continue to surface in my brain. Since I went to the movies on Tuesday, many of my emotions have become compartmentalized — in animated form.
After certain baseball players have hit home runs over the last few days, I have envisioned a group of little monsters inside my brain. A little green bugger snarks Disgust. A bug-eyed, purple-face screams Fear. A feisty, red malcontent barks Anger.