Taking serious note of Cab's moderator hat, I'll explain the use of the chicken cartoon. First, the title - "The Three Stages of Self Awareness". Now, as I approach my fortieth birthday, as the body withers, certain thoughts come in to sharp focus. Like the growing realisation that I'll never avenge Manchester City's 1981 FA Cup defeat, that it's unlikely that I will take a stage in the TdF (or even the ToB for that matter) or that I will bed Christina Ricci. I'm also beginning to suspect that I'm not immortal.
Balanced against that, I have learned to understand what it is to be a parent and be loved unconditionally by a child, to listen occasionally to other's advice, and that I am an idiot. I am the chicken in the third frame.
An example - I had a financial advisor round this week to sort out various money matters. At one point in the discussion, after picking over some very ordinary interest rates I was getting on some savings, I could see a look in his eyes, a look that said, "You're an idiot'. My eyes met his and they said - "Yes, I am".
As well as being a direct and crude insult, I thought the cartoon reflected the utter nonsense that most of us come out with a good deal of the time. The difference is that some of us are willing to admit it.