I wonder what brainwave set in motion the idea that it would be scientifically useful for a group of researchers to " find out whether rats could distinguish between Japanese and Dutch when spoken backwards."
They couldn’t if you need to know.
I wonder why none of the men wonder what sex is like for women
I do. I wonder what the female orgasm is like, and if it really is better than ours. Sure looks fun.
I wonder how many times I’ve clicked a computer mouse, or used a key to open a door, or how many cans of Diet Coke I’ve had in my life… lots of stuff like that.
I wonder what it would be like to have the upper body strength of a man.
I wonder what it would be like to have naturl confidence, or at least to be able to fake it.
I wonder if I’ll ever be in a long term loving relationship.
I wonder if I didn’t recognise true love when it was offered and now I’ve missed my chance, forever.
I wonder what I’ll make for lunch and whether my kid wil enjoy it.
I wonder how many people I’ve inadvertently killed, by one or two degrees of separation (due to a seemingly innocuous decision i’ve made, it cost someone else their life, completely unaware to me, of course).
I wonder how close I ever came to getting killed myself.
I wonder what the limitation of human intelligence is, and if it comes just short of being able to figure out how to travel to the stars.
I wonder what it would be like to experience a certain amount of social/public time as someone in an ethnic minority.
I wonder what it’d be like to be invisible.
I wonder what it’d be like to be a spider.
I wonder what conscientiousness really is.
I wonder what the true nature of the fabric of the universe is.
I wonder how much I could accomplish (creatively) if I didn’t have to work for a living.
I wonder how I really appear to other people. (I’m afraid to find out, though.)
I wonder how the ‘alternative power provider’ salesman who just came to my door got in the building.
I wonder what it would have been like to be socially skilled when I was in high school.
I wonder what the fascination of collecting purses and shoes is.
I wonder how people start smoking. How do they convince themselves over the barrier of initial unpleasantness?
Gah! That should read consciousness. :smack:
I think a lot of us actually do, but then we get distracted.
I wonder what pirates sound like in Boston.
I don’t wonder much really. What is, is.
But I have often thought about what dogs must think of humans. We must be God-like in their minds. We provide shelter, food, affection, and basically let them lay around all day. We watch the flashing box in the corner of the room, talk into the little thing that rings, and can transport ourselves, and them, at seriously high speeds (and smells) to all sorts of locations almost instantly. We can make the room light, or dark, hot or cold. We speak a language of which they understand sometimes dozens of words, and although they understand they can’t respond.
I wonder:
How can you mend a broken heart?
How can you stop the rain from falling down?
How can you stop the sun from shining?
What makes the world go round?
All valid questions:
Q - Do you know why women fake orgasm?
A - They think we care.
Seriously tho, that’s way too deep. The mysteries of the female orgasm are one of the primary topics of wonder amongst men, but it’s the kind of thing that a dude could spend hours wondering about only to end up depressed and weeping ever so softly.
Also, there’s penetration so some guys might not want to wonder too much about it*
- See that? That was a joke about how all straight guys are afraid that somehow, someone might suspect them of being gay. I’m making fun of my own kind, straight men, and don’t really believe nor act as if the primary reason for a guy existing is to prove that he’s straight.
Because so rarely do my attempts at humor succeed, I feel I should mark and explain them from now on. Sure, I could make them funny, but that’d be too much work.
I wonder how a person who is excruciatingly obviously a complete asshole can be unaware of the fact. The nastiest folks I’ve met still honestly believe they are a good person.
Surely it’s been pointed out a time or two. Do they just enjoy it?
Dunno.
Don’t be making such good points in the face of my righteous indignation!
I understood about furniture style items beforehand, but if there are that many things that require so much effort and administrative hassle to ship, I guess I can understand that too. Everything I’ve shipped overseas from Australia has been easy as pie. And pie, as we know, is incredibly easy.
It’s mostly on things that I know are pretty simple - like books, shirts etc, where it kind of annoys me. I’d also be happy to pay an extra fee if shipping is so much time/effort for them - but I guess should tell them that, instead of a messageboard.
A dog sees a human and thinks, “These creatures are feeding us, sheltering us, providing our every need. They must be gods!” A cat sees a human and thinks, “These creatures are feeding us, sheltering us, providing our every need. We must be gods!”
I wonder whether dogs really like us or are just conditioned to exhibit behaviors that make us think they like us.
Oh crap. My dog not only likes, but LOVES us. You have no idea how excited she gets when we get home: licks, barks, runs, plays, licks some more, jumps, barks again…
No. This dog absolutely LOVES us. I’m sure of it. She is very, very affectionate.
I wonder what it would be like to be invisible.
I wonder what they’re thinking when the person in my neighbourhood lets their cat outside.
I wonder what it would be like to have wings and be able to fly.
I wonder why so many people choose to make decisions that so many wild animals suffer for. Poachers in particular.
I wonder, if I could really know all I know now and be younger, would I?