I DON’T KNOW WHEN IT OCCURRED TO ME, BUT IT DID.
Well, for starters, there’s a lot of things I’m uncertain about. In the last two posts alone, I stated that I wasn’t certain where my avid hatred for seafood stemmed from (my brother, likely) or what animal I’d be, granted I reincarnated as one (thoughts pending).
New thoughts have been brought on today, arising from lack of sleep. Once tiredness gives way I like to absorb myself in completely hare-brained, not to mention irrelevant questions.
• What constitutes an occasion mandatory of shaving one’s legs? Does there have to be a certain quota of males present? Between the months of April and October? Will anyone be touching them, and is there a possibility they won’t mind that I skipped my knees?
• What are acceptable objects and/or vocabulary to direct at a snoring roommate? Pillows? Darts? “I’m going to eat you?” Bowling balls? I am running out of things in my bed.
• What’s a good amount of time to take a shower for? Sixty minutes? An hour? Two hours?
• Is there such a thing as a justifiable “Tramp Stamp”?
and finally, the motherload of today’s occurring thoughts:
• Do my future children and grandchildren really expect me to impart wisdom upon them, and if so, what? “Stay in school?” “The bigger your hair, the closer to God?” or “Always wear your spacebelt?” Is being a kid an option?
I just don’t know how they’ll take me seriously.

