Only On a Weekend Tuesday

Late night explanations of my daily thoughts:

I love it when people smile. It lights up their whole face. It's true that a smile is contagious.

Nothing much really matters in life but who you decide to spend it with.

When I die, I don't want a funeral, and condolences for death. I would want people to remember my life, without wearing black and sending flowers and grasping onto tissues for dear life.

Also going along with above, flowers while I'm living isn't too nice either. Unless it's potted! If it's still gonna be able to live, then it's good.

I like it when I talk to people. I'm so shy that I'd expect myself to clam up every time I talk to a new person, but I was forced to in psychology today, and I was really comfortable after that first person... ha ha I'm not as shy as I've had myself believe. (No, really, I started a conversation with the question, "So, have you ever felt the urge to throw a piece of fruit?")

It seems completely nonsensical to me that some people will have a yard full of huge trees, just to cut them down and plant babies in their place. "If it gets to big, it might crush my house!" I'd rather move the house, honestly. I want to live in a house in the mountains, with tons of windows and solar electricity, and lots and lots of trees. (I'll find some way to do solar electricity in the middle of a forest's shadow!)

Art is an extremely odd thing. Extremely.

Some people don't think it's possible to love every single person you meet, but I do... if it wasn't, what would be the point of trying to find love in the first place? Admit it, everyone looks for it. But it really doesn't take looking; it's right in front of your nose.

I keep thinking about breathing today. And then I think, oh no, am I still breathing?? Yeah, I'm still breathing. In... out... in... out... Wait, wait, what one am I supposed to do now?? Am I still breathing?? It's kinda like riding a bike. I know I'll be able to do it on my own, but my mind totally flips out, and I have to think, alright, pedal forward, look both ways, don't get yourself killed...

It's saddening to forget your book at home on disclosure day.

If we slept upside down like bats, would we still naturally sleep with... our... yawn... eyes... closed...?