Something that has always bothered me is when people ask me what I’m thinking about. Drives me mental. I mean, if I wanted you to know I would have just said it- it’s not like I have much of a filter anyway. And by “not much of a filter” I mean I don’t have a filter. So, if I’m thinking something and not saying it there is probably a good reason. Like, maybe it’s so incredibly offensive even I know not to say it. Or maybe it’s an amazing idea for an invention and I don’t want to tell you because you can’t be trusted. Or maybe I’m having an internal debate about something really important and if I have to interrupt my train of thought I will lose that great plan for world peace. Jeez, don’t you care about world peace? Or maybe I’m pondering some of life’s great mysteries. But, fine, since you asked, I will tell you some of the things I’ve been thinking about lately. You asked for it.
How many magicians are there in Afghanistan? I’ve thought long and hard about this. I don’t have an exact number but there are definitely some magicians in Afghanistan, just not the kind I was thinking of. I was thinking more of the party trick slight of hand type of magician. What I discovered was the healing chanting kind of magician. I’m not going to delve too deeply into why I was wondering about this but suffice it to say it was an integral part in my plan for peace.
How many animals names start with H? I could only think of 3 off the top of my head but a quick Google search revealed dozens!! Yay animal kingdom! You never disappoint. My favorite one on the list was “Human” I can’t believe I hadn’t thought of that straightaway. Think what an awesome school mascot the “Human” would be. Go Hartford Humans!!! My second favorite was the Hellbender which is a type of salamander with a LOT of attitude.
Is my loyalty to inanimate objects some form of insanity? The answer is probably yes so, I didn’t dig into this issue too deeply. I’m not looking to be that self-aware. But I really miss my car that was totaled in the accident and am feeling some very confusing and conflicting emotions about buying a new one. Can I love again? (A car, I mean.) Wow. Even I’m impressed with my own capability for the dramatic.
How likely is it that all my journals will survive for centuries? Because, I want to make sure that all of my thoughts and dreams and wishes and questions and rants stand the test of time. You’re welcome future generations. Apparently they need to be buried in a very dry climate. Road trip to New Mexico! I will expect gas money reimbursement future generations- also, try not to worship me as a deity.
So- those are some of the things I have been thinking about. You regret asking now, don’t you? You were warned. I actually might have done myself a favor by writing this post because now no one will ever ask me “What are you thinking?” again. (Gives self pat on the back)