Questions
Life is such a mass of discombobulation. I wonder why there are so
many things to wonder, like ... Why do socks always go missing when
you do wash. Are they spinning so fast the break the space time continuum
and go back to the their younger, newly-manufactured days?
Or is there some kind of laundry monster who slinks off into the shadows,
hoarding a mouthful of my socks? Or maybe they just get sick of covering
stinky feet and go AWOL themselves. I know I would. Anyway, on to other
tangents.
For example, why do guys only buy white undershirts when they come in other colors? You would think they'd buy the colored ones instead because they stain less easily. But hey... what do I know? I'm also plagued by the question of why blackboards are green. Was someone color blind? Furthermore, couldn't the creators of dry-erase boards have come up with a better name?
Even more curious, is the fact that they are now making tennis shoes without shoe string; a concept that baffles the mind. It's a change the world isn't ready for in my opinion. By the way, why are tennis shoes called tennis shoes anyway? Why not basketball shoes seeing as how they're the main advertisers for athletic shoes? Maybe they were originally made for tennis players, or perhaps it's to prevent controversy over whether to call them basketball, soccer, baseball, or track shoes. Tennis being the most neutral (ie least popular) choice.
Naming is a weird subject anyway. Like who came up with reversible names (palindromes); Bob for example? Did you know that “racecar” is spelled the same backwards and forwards? (Best palindrome: “Able was I ere I saw Elba.” by Napoleon. On that note, why is he called by his first name when most people are called by their last name, at least in these kinds of situations? I mean, we don't say “George” when we are talking about our first president.) Broadening the subject to words in general, why does “i” come before "e" except after “c”? And why are there so many definitions for the same word? Could we not make up our minds? Or perhaps the founders of the English language were gross overachievers.
My biggest bafflement is why the makers of play-do made it taste salty if little kids aren't supposed to eat it. Truly, could they not have made it taste of “bottled nasty” or something of the sort? I mean, really we can make artificial hearts, build skyscrapers, and clone sheep for goodness sake, and they can't come up with a way to make play-do unappealing in an edible sense.
I leave you with this final thought, why are there so few dreamers left as we grow older, and why is questioning left to children? How come we grow out of seeing the world as a big mystery, and let it become a dulling drudgery? It's an alarming trend, because what would life be without philosophically, simplistically inventive thinkers? Definantly a wonder to ponder.
Jennifer | May 1, 2002
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