My mind always wanders at night. That’s probably why I don’t get any sleep. I think of normal things, of what would happen if I did this (in sort of a chess-board kind of way, an if-I-did this,-these-are-all-the-possible-moves kind of way), of college and the rest of my life, and some of the randomest things you’ve probably ever heard of. Like this: Hair, if shaved, grows back thicker. So theoretically, if you shaved your forehead often enough, you could grow hair there.
Sometimes I wonder if people could rewire their brain so that pain feels good. It doesn’t make sense how pain hurts. It’s just another sensation. So why does everybody hate it? Don’t get me wrong, it doesn’t feel good to me either, but I still don’t quite get it.
To get married or get a boyfriend, you have to first fall in love with someone, and then that same person has to fall in love with you. What are the chances of that? There are about 6 billion people in the world (probably more by now, since I think the population is going up, not down), so theoretically that’s 3 billion of each sex. So one person has a choice of 3 billion people, and that person has to choose, out of their own 3 billion people, that very same person. Of course, the odds of this happening are increased by the fact that they kind of have to speak the same language (at least it helps) and they have to meet eachother first. So that takes it down a bit. But say you know fifty people of the opposite sex. Twenty of them are married or too old. Ten of them are dating somebody else or are otherwise unavailable. Twenty left, just say you fall in love with one of them. Now, following the same rules for them (they know fifty and thirty are “unsuitable”, shall we say?), there is a 5% chance that they will fall in love with you. Makes you wonder how anyone gets married. Maybe you don’t understand my logic. Reading over it now, I hardly do. Whatever. It doesn’t matter. Somehow it happens, people fall in love. As long as they don’t think too much or read this post, they’ll never know how narrow an escape they had. Or maybe people really are meant to be. I’ll shut up on this topic now.
Next topic… uh, don’t have one.
Oh wait!!!
Yes.
Yes I do.
I do have a topic.
But I shan’t tell you about it. That would not be very bright, considering the topic.
So ha.
Ha again.
I might just keep “ha”ing at you until you tell me to shut up. But I can’t hear from where you are, and I don’t generally listen to that kind of thing anyway. And this is my blog, and if you want to be sane, and normal, and boring, get a blog of your own.