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However, in the Latin-based English alphabet, "chicken" comes first, because C is before E, so you'll find "chicken" before "egg" in the dictionary. But this is not applicable, of course, to all languages - for instance, "huevo" (Spanish for "egg") comes alphabetically before "pollo" (Spanish for "chicken").

And from a strictly single-individual, linear point of view, the egg comes first, because every living thing begins as some form of "fetus," and for chickens, that takes the form of an external egg that must be brooded over by a mother hen - who, of course, came from an egg, laid by her mother hen, who came from an egg, and so on. Thus, the egg is the starting point.

Except, of course, for the fact that the chicken egg cannot exist without the chicken, which was domesticated by ancient humans out of wild birds, so what we call a "chicken egg" today cannot exist without the larger foundation of "chicken" as defined by humans (who just think they know everything, including how to define nebulous concepts). So the chicken had to come first, as long as we're specifically talking about chicken eggs.

Except no one ever specifies that, do they? They imply it, sure, but that just leaves so much open to interpretation - and if we're going to be really granular, no one ever specifies what kind of chicken, either. You're just supposed to imagine a generic, perhaps slightly cartoonish, hen sitting on a nest of eggs. That's pretty imprecise wording for a question that challenges a precise answer.

And if we do get into the specific breeds of chicken, then we look at where those lines started, and it's with other chickens, who were selectively bred to produce eggs that would contain chicks with desired traits.

Don't even get me started on tracing chickens back to dinosaurs, because then we end up back at the first point, which is that the first eggs evolved before bones did, much less chickens, and then we loop back to the fourth point, about defining what a "chicken" is in order to define what a "chicken egg" is.

Literally me!!! Little girl!!! That was me!!! (I’m a guy now but that was me!!!)

Okay for context, long story short,

Our family is really weird. Really weird. We’re not aliens (at least not that I know of although it’d explain some things) and yet I was a weird kid. Normal autistim child. Mom says that I called everyone ‘humans’ which is really funny — shes always told me that humans are humans, and yet you dont have to be human to be a people (example: cats, bunnies, dogs, et cetera — not human, but still people). Aka mom never corrected me because i was right. Of course she also calls humans humans because we are. I still call people humans but yes. Back to story. Went off topic there.

A long while back, like maybe five years ago, I asked mom if I’m anywhere on the Internet, because given how weird our family is, that wouldn’t be surprising.

She replied that yes, she believes so, because she found a tumblr post that happened earlier that day mentioning an alien encounter in K mart. This exact post.

When she saw it, she was really confused, because wait. My child. With my husband (who transitioned a few years back so is now my other mom!!!). Earlier today. At K mart.

She checked with mom and yes, that interaction did happen, they laughed about it and went about their day. When she told me about this a few years back, she didn’t remember what store, only that it doesn’t exist.

Finally, it recently circulated in conversation again, and since mom remembered the name I have found the post!!!

“sorry i can’t come out, i have plans”