Every so often, wondering gets the better of me. Not wondering about the big stuff like the meaning of life, but the small, odd stuff, like whose life is the board game LIFE based on anyway? Here, my most recent wonderings:
Why is it “all fun until someone gets poked in the eye”? Is it fun when someone’s arm gets broken, knee gets twisted, or shoulder gets dislocated? Didn’t think so.
“Finders keepers, losers weepers” — what kind of humanity is that?
(Another show of hands: And how many of you has that worked for?)
Do we really need air fresheners, plug-in air fresheners, automatic-spray-as-you-walk-by air fresheners, candles disguised as air fresheners — or will opening a window solve the problem?
A question for women: wouldn’t life be easier (also more comfortable and breathable) if we lost the Spanx and gained some perspective on ourselves?
People who go to see those Beatles tribute shows realize they’re not seeing the actual Beatles — right? Then the reason they go is…why, exactly?
If all is fair in love and war, then why not choose love all the time?
Time to wander back to reality.
© 2013 Claudia Grossman