Hmm contemplating the lure of zebra stripes leads me down paths I don't where they might go. And sometimes I'm curious about it, like right now. So maybe it started when I was a teenager. I had this black-light poster of a punked-out and pierced rainbow colored black light zebra. It was cool and I stared at it a lot under the black light. Maybe those neon stripes singed my brain.

Or maybe I have a friendly competition going between stripes and spots. That could be. But I like spots too, and depending on my mood will go all out. So that's not it. Weren't stripes and spots originally made for camouflage? Maybe I'm camouflaging myself. But that would only work if I thought I was a zebra. Hell, I'm crazy, but not that crazy! Ok here's some psychology: Maybe it's reverse camouflage...

Could it be that I just like the feeling of wearing a pelt? I'm holding onto the psychic wild and of consciousness that is natural to us all. I'm letting the animal out in me! Although that's a fashion coat and not a real zebra pelt, I feel wild on the inside and out.

Well what if unraveling the stripes of a zebra was like pulling a string on a sweater? Would you do it? Is that like pulling the tail of a tiger? I hope not, although Tigers have stripes too, the Zebra is still tiger food. Mm, now we're talking about food…albeit cat food.

Trying to solve these puzzles will unravel your mind. I know because it's unraveling my mind just thinking this stuff up! Allright you win again, there's no real puzzle here. I'm just suspended in suspense and getting more and more obsessed. So I toy with other ideas like the time I wanted to get an ultraviolet black light tattoo of (you guessed it) full body zebra stripes!