Color.

What we see is the kind of light visible to the human eye. So what can animals see? What's it really look like?
Can we even say that b/c technically we're not the ones who'd see it since it's beyond the comprehension of our eyes?
Why does everything have to be so goddamn complex?

Clear.

If all of the universe were made out of transparent substances, what would we see underneath?

Dancing.

How did moving ones arms and legs in various directions to a beat become convention?
What possesses people to move the way they do to music?
It's like, oh, hey, I like this song, maybe if I start moving around, it'll show my appreciation more.
And why do certain people have to be born with the pitifully embarrassing defect of being bad at said movement?
Luckily, I'm not one of them, but I always feel bad when people are, because it's so pointless and yet so important.
Also, who came up with which movements are conventional dancing?! Like why does shaking your shoulders uncontrollably look normal, but shaking your legs doesn't? Huh?

Dirty words.

Words don't really do much harm. Okay, well, they do, but that's not my point.
And these "dirty words"-- the ones we all know and love usually mean "poop", "butt", "sex", or "curses".
So why, when we say them differently, are they suddenly so horrible? And why are they even in existence? Just to challenge us and make life more difficult?
I mean, if you didn't have to shut your kid up every time he said "frog" because he mispronounces it as "fuck" life would be so much easier, no?

Noses.

You can breathe through your mouth, and yet it's apparently more important to breathe through your nose.
Why?
Because your nose can get stuffed up, thereby causing you the misery of breathing through your mouth and getting your lips dried up and your entire mouth dehydrated while you sleep.
Of course.
All our body parts want us to suffer.

Crying.

What's the use of water coming out of your eyes when you're sad?
I mean, think about it.
Does losing liquid make us feel better or something? Sure as hell doesn't make me feel better.
I can understand frowning. Maybe even the sobs.
But the waterworks?! It just seems so weird and unnecessary. I mean, sadness is just an emotion. Why lose bodily fluids over it? "Aww, boohoo, I'm sad, I'm gonna empty myself of all the water in my body through my eyes."
It's ridiculous.

Hair on your fingers.

One word:
WHY?!

The English language.

It's just so damn WEIRD.
Like if you take one word and say it too many times, you begin to realize why.
Let's take the word "question".
Question.
Question, question, question.
Questionquestionquestionquestion.
Ohhh sir, I have a question for you about the questions of questionable society.
..wtf.
Question.
Why do "q" and "u" go together so often?
And isn't a "quest" a journey? So why is a question just a statement of inquiry?
I mean, think about it.
Words are STRANGE.

The human brain.

I just don't get it.
Which is kinda ironic, seeing as I have to use my brain to understand my brain... but whatever. Don't want it to start hurting.
Anyway.
I mean, think about it. (No pun intended.)
How is it possible for so much stuff to be crammed in there? And why do we forget so many things?
And just WHAT is up with conjuring up images in your brain?! I still can't get how I can see an image in my head, when CLEARLY you SEE images with your EYES.
No, I never learned anatomy in high school, aside from the reproductive and digestive systems. Let's just say they felt it necessary to teach us about that kinda stuff there...

PEOPLE.

So yesterday I felt neglected.
And today I felt loved.
WHY ARE PEOPLE SO TEMPERAMENTAL?!

People.

One minute, people can be nice to you, and the next, they can be downright awful.
We all have to constantly subject ourselves to their emotional rollercoasters and they don't want to tell us what's going on; just take it all out on us. It's so not fair.
And just think about all those people you think are your friends. Probably half of them aren't.
I mean, think about it.

Your face.

Sometimes I look at people and I wonder why we look the way we do.
I mean, think about it.
We have two odd-shaped peepholes halfway down our faces and a gigantic blob right under them, which sits right atop two pinkish slivers that cover a bunch of white squares and a big ol' leathery pink floppy thing that tastes that food that makes us die, not to mention an entire complex system of innards.
And then our skin's always different, but usually some varying shade of brown. Or white, if you're an albino.
And whaddup with feet? Like, why do we need toes? They're so wiggly. We could balance just as well if they were webbed. I mean, Ashton Kutcher has webbed toes, and he doesn't trip over everything, now, does he? No sir, he does not.
And really, now, God--ARMPIT HAIR?!
We are such weird looking beings. If aliens came to earth, they'd point and laugh.

Food.

I learned in my Biology classes that our bodies are built so that we take good care of ourselves.
But if that's the case, then why do we LOVE junk food and CRAVE it even when we don't need it?
Think about it--you're not even really that hungry, and your tongue kinda feels like being happy, so hey, out of that awesome lean turkey in the fridge and that seriously artery-clogging donut your brother left on the counter this morning, you decide to go for that donut.
And then later, you freak out and work it all off.
Or, if you're like me, you freak out and then complain about not having any way to exercise during your day and about how you're going to get fat.
And yet, you still don't go for that turkey until you run out of junk to stuff your face with.
The more I think about it, the more I feel like our bodies want to live and help us be happy, but if we get too happy, it's our bodies' job to make sure we DIE.
Or something.

Laughter.

Why is it that when we think something's funny, we automatically breathe faster and can only speak in an idiotic tone of voice?
And why do we want to kill ourselves?!
I mean, seriously.
I was just laughing so hard, I had to stop reading what I was so I wouldn't choke.
It's like, you're enjoying something one second and then choking the next.
This world is weird.