PONDERING

It was late in the morning when I awoke. The events of the prior night flooded back to me. And the questions. I shoved all down, deciding to get something to eat.I didn't much feel like preparing anything, so headed over to Mama Renee's.
I entered the little restautant-it had six tables and a counter- and took a window seat. Timewise, it was that void between breakfast and lunch and the place was empty.
Mama herself, a smallish and rotund woman with short, curly brown hair, came over.She was beaming a smile from underneath her glasses, and exuded her normal good cheer.
"Mr. Frazzi, it's so good of you to stop by," she greeted. "What can I get you today?"
"Latkas," I replied. "Make it a double order, And some lemonade."
She thanked me and headed off toward the kitchen. I turned my attention to the endless stream of monkey boys, each off on his or her most important mission, passing by. I sighed.They were, indeed, the most populous intelligent species on the planet.But were they the ones we should be studying? The vamps were human once, longer lived, and just as bright. Same could be said of the shifters. Both of the later were physically stronger then the humans. And neither should exist in nature. Leastways, nothing like them was to be found in either my education or experience.
The planet seemed a madhouse to me. The governing systems made little sense. The media seemed bent on bending the world to it's vision. Accumulation of the physical and the pleasing of the senses seemed an overwhelming drive. Religious fanatics seemed determined to beat the world into submission. Others seemed to think all should be allowed to runamuck with few, if any, boundries.
Did anyone really run this asylum? Was there someone or something behind all this chaos?
"Here you go," came the pleasantly cheery voice of Mama Renee as she brought my latkas and lemonade. I turned toward her and muttered my thanks. Her cheerful look turned to one of mild concern. "You look so down today! Anything Mama can do?"
"Nah, " I replied. "Just trying to figurre some things out."
Mama pulled out a chair and sat herself down. "It's not busy. You tell Mama all about it."

Yeah, right.