I haven’t written one of these in a long time. In fact, I have a confession. I haven’t stayed up until midnight in a VERY long time, let alone snack at midnight. Like, we’re talking months. I’m a grandma who needs her beauty sleep, moisturiser and Nina Simone tracks to keep her inner grinch from taking over at any minute.
It’s a precarious situation. ANY MINUTE.
But fear not, the few wacky cells of grey matter I have are just as wacky as they’ve always been. They’re always charged with wacky thoughts and raring to go – mostly when I’m in bed trying to sleep. I thought I’d share some of those thoughts that keep me awake with you today, since we’re all at home (or should be) and a little wacky brain juice never hurt anyone.
My dog is going to celebrate his birthdays in style.
When I get a dog, I’m going to make him a huge tennis ball birthday cake out of meat, cheese, treats and all the goodies he likes. And watch his doggy brain short circuit with excitement about how big this tennis ball is and how much he wants to play with it but also how yummy it smells and how much he wants to eat it.
People who discourage questions are often the ones who can’t answer them.
I can’t stand people who tell children (or anyone) to stop asking so many questions. Questions about why we do things the way we do them are so crucial for general learning and growth, no matter how old we are. “Just because” is often code for “stop shedding light on the fact that I don’t actually know what I’m talking about and how insecure I am about it”.
It’s amazing how something so tiny can cause such big problems.
Viruses are submicroscopic, most in the nanometer region. One particular virus has also recently claimed thousands of lives all over the world, baffled scientists and sent economies into meltdown. Puts a pretty dark spin on “every little helps”.
I wonder what my dreams say about me.
I once had a dream (last night) where my long-suffering boyfriend and I were on holiday somewhere with white sands and clear blue seas, and we were swimming in said clear blue sea. You could say it was a pretty dreamy holiday destination. The tide started coming in, the waves got choppier and suddenly, this massive great white shark appeared and was slowly but steadily making its way to shore. Thankfully, everyone got out of the water in time, and that was that.
Or so I thought.
The shark then GREW a pair of legs and came onto shore, where it sent crowds scattering through the coastal town. It gets better – turns out Sharky could smell KFC on someone’s breath in the water and was hunting down the culprit (me, obviously). I’m not entirely sure why he was hunting me down, but maybe Sharky just wanted a friendly chat over some fried chicken. Boyfriend and I tried to hide from Sharky, but he eventually got to us and started to question us – yes, Sharky talks. Of course, I had to keep my mouth shut during the interrogation, otherwise I’d be caught smelling of KFC and I’d be dead meat (teehee, I’m so punny).
I forget what happened after this, but I think I woke up shortly afterwards. I immediately recounted this to my partner as soon as I woke up, and he immediately asked if I’d started doing drugs. I can assure you that I haven’t, but I think my hankering for Colonel Sanders’ special recipe might be getting a bit out of hand.
What is this fascination with drinking enough water?
I read a blog post on this by Kirstie from kirstiestillpetite recently. That girl has a point – drinking two litres of water a day won’t change your life. In fact, it’s a very basic survival instinct that kicks in to keep us alive on a daily basis. It’s not like we slowly shrivel up and perish if we don’t set Google calendar reminders to make sure we’re drinking water every so often. To think we went through all that evolution to get here, where every Tom, Dick and Karen is reminding us to drink more water. As if it were some elixir of life someone’s been guarding like the crown jewels this whole time. How did “get that H2O” become some trendy piece of advice to dish out for everything? Someone please explain.
Toothpaste is bloody delicious.
Honestly, toothpaste tastes so good. We had lectures on the development of consumer health products at uni, and I thoroughly loved learning about how a toothpaste is designed – from consumer insight at the very beginning to market launch. I have a very real appreciation for the work that goes into formulating the daily products we take for granted, and you could say I enjoyed getting my teeth into the lecture material. But above all, it’s darn yummy.
That dream was quite something. Not quite sure if it’s the isolation getting to me, or just the fact that I miss KFC and my partner a little too much – not necessarily in that order of priority, I should add. Anyone else having any wacky dreams or thoughts? Please put them in the comments below (and make me feel a bit better about myself)! Until next time.
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