What happens to gum when you swallow it? I remember from when I was a child that someone told me gum doesn’t get digested so it just stays as a lump of gum and you poop it out exactly as how you swallowed it.
Assuming that is true:
What would happen if someone ate a lot of gum and swallowed every one of them in a single day? Would the poop come out all gooey? What if only the tip of the gum-y poop came out first and then due to gravity, the tip started plunging towards the bottom of the toilet but the rest still stayed inside the butt? Would there be the same stretchy gum? And suppose a bit of gum was stuck on your butthole after you poop. Wiping your butthole would be really annoying. The gum would stick to the toilet paper and you wouldn’t be able to wipe much off. You’d end up having toilet paper AND gum stuck on your butt. You’d leave the bathroom after covering the gum with toilet paper to prevent it sticking to your underwear because that is the best you can do. What if you farted with gum on your butthole? Would you blow a bubble? Your underwear would turn into a gum-y mess after the bubble pops.
I couldn’t concentrate on work so I was staring at this fly ramming itself into the lightbulb in my room repeatedly. It either fried itself to death or it left the room but the whole time, I was pretending to be a fly and thinking how it must feel for the fly flying towards the lightbulb.
"Oh, it looks so beautiful! I want to get a closer look…" "Agh! It hurts! But it’s so pretty… What is this invisible shield…" "The pain! But I just want a really good look…" And eventually I pretend I die.
You know the light at the end of the tunnel? That thing that is supposed to be the answer to all our problems? The thing that keeps us sane when we’re going through a hard time?
Well I was thinking “wow dude the lightbulb is like LIGHT and then the light at the end of the tunnel is like LIGHT so there is like total connection there” and convinced myself that I was a genius. In my made up world, I proposed to myself “The fly died because it reached light. What if people died when they got to the end of the tunnel (or the light)? What if they died, having suffered all the crap inside the tunnel, and once they reach the light, they get killed by it?”
BOOOM. THAT’S DEEP.
So basically my philosophical epiphany says that there is no point for me to kill myself doing work because I’m gonna die once I obtain some goal I made myself and I won’t really be able to enjoy the reward for having made it to the end of the tunnel.
And so this is supposed to be a legitimate excuse for not having started any work yet.
Sometimes, I wish I took up tennis instead of soccer.
No, that’s a lie. I don’t regret having been influenced by my dad to play soccer.
But I really like tennis. I get this urge to want to face 1v1 at a game of tennis. It’s just something about that feeling you get when you smash something (in this case, a ball) as hard as you can without any consequences. But at the same time, it isn’t all about power. You still have to have technique and keep yourself composed to have the ball land where you want. And then there’s so many ways you can hit the ball; spins and lobs and what not. The last minute decisions you make based on where your opponent is on the court and where they hit the ball on your side of the court. You can be creative, anything goes. As long as you hit the ball and have the ball land on the opponent’s court, it’s legal. Even though I feel some soreness in my arms and my legs getting tired, I push myself to keep going because I want to win. Even if the match is just for fun.
This is a random post. But I randomly got this strong urge to play tennis. Maybe I like it because so many aspects are similar to soccer. Requires more than just mindlessly hitting/kicking the ball. You need finesse.
And that idea that pops up into your head last second, as you see the ball coming to you and out from your peripherals, you see everything on the court and the field. It’s not even an idea that forms in my brain because I’m thinking of a solution. The idea just comes. It’s almost instinctual. And before actual reasoning can respond, my body and my mind is already set and in motion for the idea that spontaneously appeared. It’s like I’m on autopilot except I know what I’m doing. But one play links to another and my brain is whirring and my body is moving and it feels great to see that my ideas are working and my teammates are thinking the same thing I am and everything is flowing and we win (wow did that whole sentence kind of rhyme within itself? Wasn’t on purpose but I’m gonna keep it that way because that was kind of cool).
When I think back to what I did after a game ends, I surprise myself. “How did I even do that? I wasn’t even thinking of doing that but I did it. I wasn’t thinking of anything at all. It just happened.” And people may call it luck. But for majority of my life, it’s been this way (when playing sports). Does luck happen so consistently? Oh I sound so cocky, like I’m having a successful life in sports. I don’t. But anyway.
This is why I don’t like plain running or doing track and field. It’s boring to me. Maybe it’s because I’ve been so exposed to soccer, but I don’t feel the same excitement. Is it because running alone is only a competition of who is the most physically able? I feel like just running is missing something. I can’t explain this bit. The creativity? Is that what’s missing? I just don’t get this “rhythmic” feeling (the best I can do to explain myself) that I get from soccer and tennis.
Ah this is such a random post, I went on a tangent. I was only intending to whine about how I want to play tennis but somewhere along the way, it became me trying to explain to myself what’s going through my brain while I go through this hour-long adrenaline rush that happens during soccer games and (just for fun, against friends) tennis matches.
Oh well, I guess it is a good post to have so I can refer back to it when I become (more) fat and inactive in the future and maybe gain motivation to do sports.
I dunno if anyone else does this but whenever I get a haircut, I make horns and ultraman head out of my hair when I take a shower the night before. It is like a “farewell hair, here have some parting gift of fun before you turn into garbage” party.
And then with my hair horn, I stab the wall with it. It is fun.
Last year in choir, sophomores thought I was a freshmen when in fact I was a junior.
Example: I was giving prom pictures to a friend and some sophomore comes in and looks at the picture and is like “oohh Taichi ;DDDDD” as if I was some playuh or something. Heavily implying that I have the mad skills to swoon a female junior into taking me to Junior Prom. An awkward moment followed shortly after.
Example 2: End of junior year, we were looking at yearbook (specifically the “mugshots” of people I knew) and same sophomore comes in and is like “oohh I wanna see Taichi in the yearbook” so friend starts flipping through the junior section of the yearbook and the sophomore says “that’s not the freshmen section.” She found out approximately 10 seconds later that I was actually a junior in disguise. (ps. I look gross in the yearbook mugshot, don’t look at it please)
Example 3: Recently (like a few days ago), I forgot why but some freshmen on the team, in middle of a conversation, asked me “you’re a freshmen right?” Nnnnnnooooo I am not, I am actually a senior. A second semester senior.
I know that middle-aged ladies like it when people tell them they look young but what is this. Apparently I have not outgrown my freshmen appearance since I was a freshmen. Well I am not a middle-aged lady so I am not especially pleased by this phenomenon. I guess it isn’t BAD, it probably means I don’t look ugly and wrinkly but doesn’t strangers mistaking me as a freshmen mean that I still look like an immature baby faced kid. Okay it isn’t necessarily incorrect to assume that I am immature… BUT STILL.
I accidentally fell asleep on the couch with my laptop on and I woke up at 4am and turned the laptop off without checking if I got any IMs or not but I think somewhere in the middle of my sleeps, I either dreamed I got an IM from someone or I actually did get an IM from someone and I just ignored it and turned the laptop off. But I can’t really remember if it was a dream or not. Ruh roh what if I unintentionally shafted someone and now they hate me forever :[
School is starting tomorrow and I am feeling sort of sleepy and will be okay with going to bed soon but I don’t want to go to sleep early and have to go to school so soon (because sleep feels like it’s only been a second so sleeping early is like fastforwarding time for school to come earlier). WHAT TO DO