I read somewhere that people don’t mind a long wait for
the elevator as long as there’s a mirror in the lobby.
I read that scientists don’t know why some girls’
ponytails bounce up and down and other girls’
swing from side to side.
I read in a blog comment “i feel that hot chicks just
like going to public events to be hot” and on some
level I kind of agree.
I once read that rich people have to invent new names
because the good names get “stolen” by poor people.
I read that the atlas moth is born without a mouth and
has one week to mate before it dies of starvation.
I read about a brain-imaging study that showed a dead
fish could recognize human emotions.
I read that plants can “hear” themselves being eaten.
I read that Pisces dislike “the past coming back to haunt.”
I spend a lot of time waiting around for something
wonderful to happen.
I often feel that I’m waiting for an unexpected life-
changing force to come from nowhere—but how
can it if I expect it?
I feel most myself—most trapped in my self—when
I experience boredom as a kind of luxurious misery.
I read that geologically speaking we are “marooned
in time,” nothing interesting happening for eternity,
as far as we’re concerned, on either side.
I asked my parents if they think I look like them and
they said no.