Updated: Jan 10
A Dog is an Owl's Best Friend
I've never been one to indulge myself in soppy and quite frankly useless emotions. Even as an owlet growing up, I was different from all the others. Obviously, I was leaps and bounds above them in terms of intelligence, but they did have something I didn't, feelings. Everyone around me tended to care so much about so little, and I found this incredibly bizarre. As I got older, the inconceivable differences between me and others became ever apparent. I was well known in the area as a socially awkward psychopath (I was very popular if you haven't already guessed) when in reality, I was simply at a superior level of intellect to even worry about their trivial ordeals in their dumbfound and boring lives, controlled by social networks. Sitting on their smartphones, documenting every moment to keep up appearances, rather than enjoying special moments, in the moment. Obsessively focussing on 'likes' and 'shares' for meaningless self-adulation rather than building up genuine relationships with people that hold importance to them. Their minds slowly poisoned from the exposure of what the world wants you to see rather than focussing on the beauty the real world already beholds. A silent and manipulative killer, tainting young minds with scepticism, anxiety and uncertainty. I knew who the real psychopath was, and it wasn't I, Sherlock Howlmes. I just saw the bigger picture, where 'socialising' wasn't behind a phone screen. This was the moment it all clicked; I wanted to help the world, one mystery at a time. In all honesty, this was more for the inflation of my own ego rather than the wellbeing of others, but all the same, I wanted to help! My thirst of knowledge and the curiosity of fragile emotions led me to meet my one and only true friend, Dogtor Watson.
I met my dear friend Dogtor Watson in the south of France. Redolent lavender fields bloom from June to August in the Luberon, around the Mont-Ventoux, in the region of Sault and that of Valréas; such fantastic scenery and atmosphere make the lavender fields one of the summer must-sees in Provence. We were both there for similar reasons, to research the multitude of benefits that Lavender could produce. Dogson (this is what I eventually decided to call him), like myself, wanted to help others, but with him, there was no hidden agenda, and it was a fortunate stroke of serendipity. He was empathetic, kind and pragmatic which made him the perfect foil to my apathetic, self-serving and unpredictable nature. I'm not usually one to toot my own horn, but he was in complete awe of my unparalleled knowledge and problem-solving skills. We made the perfect team. Collectively we would change the world and tackle the social networking epidemic.
The little rascal actually posted one of his latest field visits on YouTube, make sure to have a look.
Now we both knew the effects of Lavender inside and out; we then spent time trying to work out who needed this natural medicine the most. We both decided that those with anxiety issues would benefit from this floral fragrance, but Dogson had to get something off his furry little chest. He was so perplexed that someone twerking on a stage and pretending to sing or a footballer who kicks a ball into a net would pose as a more significant role model and influence in someone's life, as opposed to those sacrificing their time, day in day out, helping those that need it. Not worried about themselves, but more concerned about the wellbeing of others. I had to interrupt Dogson and bluntly deliver him the cold truth. Today's society is entering a dark time where making money is more important than being righteous. Where selfish desires outweigh the needs of others and how the media manipulates others how to think and feel, leading many down a path of deep sadness and insecurities. People are so oblivious of the problems of those around them because they are so wrapped up in their own thoughts. That is why Dogson, with the use of natural medicine, we will help this world.