I'm a very inquisitive sort. There are so many questions that go through my head all the time, some of them I'm sure I could figure out, but some of them boggle the mind. Here's some of the questions I think about:
Why are there never any lids to the sippy cups?
What is up with daylight savings?
Why can I have seven pacifiers but when the baby cries, I can't find a single one?!
Why does my husband load up the dishwasher but then never starts it?
Why aren't all the boogers in your nose the same, sometimes they're hard, sometimes there's a lot, why?!
Why is there a cricket in my bathroom?
Why am I so impatient?
Do they make cartoons for kids or adults, because there's some content that I know kids don't get?
Why is blogging so fun? And then sometimes its not?
Why do I love clothes and shoes so much?
Ewww, what did I just step in?
Why won't my kids let me sleep past 8:00 am?
How come the stuff you liked as a kid isn't that great anymore? (especially bologna? patooey!)
How does it make any sense to base your self worth on what other people think, when they're questioning their own self worth?
What is my obsession with having twins?
Why do we care so much what other people think of us, and will sacrifice most anything to impress them?
Why can't we learn if we don't have the money for it, we just shouldn't buy it?
Why do we think only about whats happening right now, instead of the big picture?
Why are men such babies when it comes to pain? But they think they're so tough about everything?
How can your friends straight up lie to your face over something stupid?
Why is it when I'm reading a story about a hero and how they acted so brave, I think "I could be like that!" but then when I'm faced with something instead of being brave, I panic? (In other words, why can't I be the person in my head?)
Why isn't life easier the older you get, instead of harder?
Why in the world were mosquito's ever made?
Why is it so hard to forgive people?
What makes you keep reading this?
Oh, I could go on and on...