As I was walking to work, I started thinking about the higher-up manager types at my company. Naturally, the phrase, “head up one’s ass” came to mind. Then I thought of the variations of the phrase, particularly “they have their heads so far up their asses that they can see out their mouths.”
Then I tried to picture that- serious, biology-textbook diagrams, photos from the research hospitals, and so on, discussing this specific placement of one’s head.
Then I thought, “What the hell am I thinking about?”
What are some weird things you’ve found yourself pondering?
I ponder all sorts of strange things. I can’t think of any now, of course, except maybe to ponder why I’m posting in this thread. Oh, thought of one - I ponder what infinity looks like sometimes. Or if my cat really has feelings like a human, and I’ll be called to answer for how I treat her some day. After last week’s Buffy, I was pondering if a human would really die instantly from being flayed alive.
You know that ice cream you can get at the mall, the “Dipping Dots”? How do they make those?
And is it illegal to dig up plants by the side of the road? Not the ones the DOT puts there, but the wild ones. Occasionally, I’ll see a little bunch of daffodils all by themselves, and would like to take them home.
How can you know that those ancient coins for sale on ebay are really ancient?
Why is my house so dusty?
My DH periodically manages to bite the underside of his tongue. How the hell does he manage that? Whatever, it must be genetic, middleLyl does it too.
Why is the family able to walk all over the house barefoot and have no problems, but the first time the DH does this, he manages to step on a staple or a sliver of glass?
Do people really believe that a woman in Arkansas has Bigfoot living in her home, and other strange stories from those grocery store magazines?
What if the afterlife [sub]if there is one[/sub] really is like it’s portrayed in “Beetlejuice” or (spoiler) “The Others”: You just spend eternity in your house. Would that be heaven or hell? Maybe I should get a nicer house.
I ponder the meaning of life, and how thoughts travel right past my brain and out through my mouth (or fingers) without any chance of stopping for a spell check or an ice cream or anything!!
I’m sorry, but that just reminded me of a certain email I got last week that wasn’t particularly nice. I realize that you didn’t know I’d hve that reaction, but I just had to say it. No, I don’t mean to make you feel bad, either. If anyone wants to know about it, they can email me. I’d rather not discuss it on the boards.
Weird things I ponder:
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[li]What’ll happen if I disappeared off the face of the earth? Would anyone notice or care?[/li][li]What would happen to traffic if suddenly red meant go, and green meant stop?[/li][li]If I offered to switch places with someone who was going through enormous trouble in the world, would they appreciate the offer? Would I regret it later on if we did go through with it?[/li][/ul]
I wonder sometimes how the government would react if I sent a letter to them declaring my bedroom an independent nation and demanding reparations. You know, like SeaLand, but only I’d have borders.
Sometimes I’ll be using a urinal in a Guys bathroom (where else?) and actually have a brief panic attack where I think to myself “OH JEEZ! I DIDDNT GO INTO THE GIRLS BATHROOM DID I?!?”…then I notice that I am using a urinal and feel really stupid.
Growing up I used to think that maybe I was living in a small room & was always being monitored by scientists. What I thought was my whole world was just a kind of high-tech illusion.
Kind of like Star Trek hologram deck meets The Truman Show. I would actually ponder searching for technical glitches in the system. Like maybe if I jumped out of (what I thought was) a moving car, I really wouldn’t be injured because I really wasn’t in a moving car. Or maybe I could uncover a camera or control panel if I looked hard enough. Or if I turned around fast enough I would catch sight of an image that wasn’t supposed to be there.
Boy, this sounds even worse now that I’ve typed it out. Oh well, it did make movies like Matrix & Truman a whole lot more fun for me since they spoke to one of my rather odd childhood fantasies (or paranoid delusions, if you’d prefer) in a surreal kind of way.
On the flip side,“discovering myself” at puberty was a bit disconcerting, but I won’t go into that…
I realize that the point of the OP was not a search for the answers to the questions posed but . . .
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I imagine it depends on the state, and the particular plant, but in some cases, it is definitely illegal to pick certain wild plants from the roadside. In national parks, it is illegal to pick up the rocks, let alone the plants.
“Mum! Mum! Can we take them home, pleeeeeeeeeease? I’ll water them and everything!”
I had quite a weird thought the other day. I’d been reading about people who claimed they’d committed murder while asleep/dreaming and were not accountable for their actions. I then saw a pair of scissors on the kitchen worktop and had to stop myself hiding them in case I chopped off all my hair in the night. Hmmmm…
In my HS physics class several years ago my teacher said that the universe was probably finite, and I spent days worrying about what the edge of it looked like.
They dont call me Ponder Master Pond for nothing.
Why is our society built off the idea of material gain? Who came up with ‘The American Dream’? If I know that buying that new videogame wont really make me happy, why do I still buy it? Is my habit of collecting things a way to make up for my docile existance? Am I any good at guitar? Do people call me smart/genius/whatever because I really am smart or because Im stupid and they dont want to hurt my feelings? WTF IS GOING ON? Why?
