It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Sometimes I think about how long my hair would be if I have never ever cut it. I think I'd be like Rampunzel is my guess.
Sometimes I think about all of the ink I've used in my life, and where is now? How many inches of ink have I used out there?
Sometimes I think about the dead skin that has left my body. Where did it go? Sometimes I think about all of the sneezing I've done...and I wonder how many times I've sneezed in my life? thousands? Hundreds?
Sometimes I wonder how much saw dust I've created. How many pieces of wood I've burned at campfires and bonfires?
Sometimes I wonder how many eggs I've eaten in my life. The news will come out with studies that the average person consumes this or that much etc...I always wonder if I'm on the high or low end of such studies. I also wonder why no one every includes me in a study.
How many cans of pop have I consumed? How many boxes of samoas have gone through me? How many snowballs I've thrown in my life?
I wonder how many letters I've typed in my life. How many words I've read. How many numbers I've counted. How many times I've thrown baseball? How many times have I run over a piece of gum with my car?
You might think it doesn't matter, but how do you know what doesn't matter..especially for me?
Sometimes I wonder if I'm truly weird or nuts thinking about this stuff. It's mind boggling, but I guess that's a good thing since it keeps me from thinking about other stuff.