Thursday, January 31, 2013

What I don't understand is...



This universe around us is so huge that this big big world we live in is but a speck of dust in comparison. And even then, there are so many things in this 'speck of dust' that remain as mysteries, wonders, and oxymorons. And more often than not, we never question why are they the way they are.

But that's okay, since most probably our brain wouldn't be able to handle the truth anyhow.

Still, sometimes, I can't help but ask myself these:

* Why is it relatively easy to hold your pee all the way home, but the second you enter your own yard, whatever control you previously had on your bladder seems to vaporize in an instant? Sometimes you'll find yourself in the act of jumping and running in place to prevent...leakage, which are actually counterproductive to the steadiness you need for inserting the key as fast as possible to unlock the door and fly to the toilet.

* Why do places that are suppose to open 24/7 all through the years have locks on their doors? When are them locks gonna be used anyways?

* Why do we call it shipment when we send something by car, and call it cargo when we send it by ship?

* What will happen when Pinocchio says, "My nose will grow now."? If his nose does grow, then he'll be saying the truth, in which case his nose shouldn't have grown in the first place; but if his nose doesn't grow, then he'll be lying and his nose should've grown, but if his nose grows, then...

* Should atheists be allowed to get insurance against acts of God?

* Do infants enjoy infancy as much as adults enjoy adultery?

* If electricity comes from electrons, does it mean that morality comes from morons?

* If empires are run by emperors and kingdoms by kings, does it follow that dictatorships are run by dicks and countries by cunts?

* If you try to fail but succeed instead, which is it that you have done?

* How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

* Why in this relatively short existence of ours, we are not more open and honest to our real feelings, but instead often hide behind facades?

Wait, scratch that last one. 'Coz I think I already know why.

More or less.

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