Aw mom, black holes for dinner, AGAIN?
So, my box of contacts mysteriously disappeared earlier (well, that's when I noticed) today. Perhaps, there is a "reasonable" explanation. But what IF there is a god, and he took them, to make me have to go to The Eye Place? Oh, you know, one event leading to another, and if one hadn't happened, the other couldn't? So, I'm trying to think of something that happened at The Eye Place today that held some signifigance. Only one thing can be conluded from a well working brain, and that is that God is trying to freak me out about black holes.
Let me explain. First of all, I can't stop thinking about black holes. I am fascinated. Unfortunately, like any human who lacks complete knowledge, there is an element of fright.
On a side note, black holes remind me of the boyfriend I "had" a few years ago. He was gorgeous sugar, his movements delicate and precise, with a voice so quiet and soothing my ears sometimes became black holes. Yet, I couldn't stop realizing that I wouldn't be surprised that someday I might walk in on him twitching in the corner of a dimly lit room, painted with the blood of his hamster*, hammys' eyeballs planted pretty on a toothpick robot, the boys delicate finger plunging deep inside his nose, desperately trying to pick out his brains. I miss him sometimes.
Anyway, what I was getting at, is that today when I was at The Eye Place, I had my pupils dilated. As soon as I saw my eyes in the mirror I became the center of all weirdness inside my own brain. OH, you guys...I almost passed out. Black holes in my eyes! In your eyes too! And so big they were today. I kept imagining everything getting sucked into me, and what would I do with it all. Then a little boy in the check out line punched the air and said "I'm not fluffy pants!", and my brains' contemporary brain, was smooshed. Just like THAT.
And you know what else? If it was proven without a doubt, that there was a god, and again without a doubt, it was SOMEHOW proven that he picked the jam out of his toes and ate it for a special tasty treat, I bet a lot of people would pretend like they had been doing it all along. It's funny to think about all the silly things humans would do in this situation. I like it.
Sometimes, I wonder if life would be totally boring, if we understood everything, exactly. People love going to a freak show, but eventually they get tired, go home, beat the kids, and get up for work the next morning, like nothing ever happened. Like they totally forgot about the siamese twins turning themselves inside out. Until next year..when it's fun again? Jerks.
Don't pay any attention to me. I don't know what I'm talking about. But neither do you.(Oh really? I see. Prove it.) That's what makes this game so fun.
* He didn't really have a hamster. Psssh.
Let me explain. First of all, I can't stop thinking about black holes. I am fascinated. Unfortunately, like any human who lacks complete knowledge, there is an element of fright.
On a side note, black holes remind me of the boyfriend I "had" a few years ago. He was gorgeous sugar, his movements delicate and precise, with a voice so quiet and soothing my ears sometimes became black holes. Yet, I couldn't stop realizing that I wouldn't be surprised that someday I might walk in on him twitching in the corner of a dimly lit room, painted with the blood of his hamster*, hammys' eyeballs planted pretty on a toothpick robot, the boys delicate finger plunging deep inside his nose, desperately trying to pick out his brains. I miss him sometimes.
Anyway, what I was getting at, is that today when I was at The Eye Place, I had my pupils dilated. As soon as I saw my eyes in the mirror I became the center of all weirdness inside my own brain. OH, you guys...I almost passed out. Black holes in my eyes! In your eyes too! And so big they were today. I kept imagining everything getting sucked into me, and what would I do with it all. Then a little boy in the check out line punched the air and said "I'm not fluffy pants!", and my brains' contemporary brain, was smooshed. Just like THAT.
And you know what else? If it was proven without a doubt, that there was a god, and again without a doubt, it was SOMEHOW proven that he picked the jam out of his toes and ate it for a special tasty treat, I bet a lot of people would pretend like they had been doing it all along. It's funny to think about all the silly things humans would do in this situation. I like it.
Sometimes, I wonder if life would be totally boring, if we understood everything, exactly. People love going to a freak show, but eventually they get tired, go home, beat the kids, and get up for work the next morning, like nothing ever happened. Like they totally forgot about the siamese twins turning themselves inside out. Until next year..when it's fun again? Jerks.
Don't pay any attention to me. I don't know what I'm talking about. But neither do you.(Oh really? I see. Prove it.) That's what makes this game so fun.
* He didn't really have a hamster. Psssh.