Why is it that some people think being from California automatically makes them more interesting than everyone else? Are there really people who are impressed by this?
Why am I compelled to stop everything I'm doing in order to watch You've Got Mail any time I happen to flip past it on television? If I saw the DVD on the Bargain rack I wouldn't spend five bucks to buy it. I am never interested in renting it. But if I am flipping through the channels and I see it on, no matter how far along the movie happens to be, life grinds to a screeching halt until the credits roll.
I wonder why people tell me I’m funny or interesting or intelligent. I wonder why I can never truly believe the nice things people say about me. I wonder what it would be like if I could believe all the good things people said about me for a whole day. What kind of difference would it make?
Why do I tolerate idiots? Is it because I have no choice?
Why is it that I avoid human contact as much as I possibly can, yet I find the check lanes at the grocery stores that allow me to do everything muself morally reprehensible? Why?
How come certain people can’t imagine living a good life without any expectation of some kind of reward in a life hereafter? To me, being good strictly for a reward seems a little disingenuous. I’m sure there are some people who might consider their perceived reward as a fringe benefit.
Am I really supposed to believe that Yale President Richard Levin has nothing better to do with his spare time that to bad mouth my blog? Will I ever be good enough for you Richard?!
I’m not a big fan of seafood. For the most part I’ll eat it or at least try it, but its not anywhere close to my favorite and never will be. By seafood I mean salmon, cod, lobster, shrimp, etc. Yet there is nothing closer to the divine in my opinion than sushi. If there is heaven, then it comes served on a wooden board with wasabi and pickled ginger.
Why can’t I update my blog? Is it related to the fact that I wouldn’t write anything here that I wouldn’t want to read somewhere else, but have spent too much time reading things elsewhere that the only things I never have time to write anything here except for things I wouldn’t want to read anywhere.
Why didn't that last sentence make any sense?
3 comments:
OMG I am crosseyed!
I was better than everyone else even when I lived in UT. ;-)
well geez Tans, we know you're an exception to that rule
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