your mind is not your own

I am just wondering. About a lot of things.
Life is strange.
Why do people do the things they do?
What was that person thinking when they wrote that song?
How many times will I check my cupboard before I finally realize I have no food?
Who invented kissing?
Is it normal to make faces at yourself in the mirror?
Can I really be a teacher someday?
When can I go home?
Why am I afraid to volunteer for things?
Why are people afraid to grow up?
When will it be warm everyday?
How many clothes do I have?
Should I study for my test?
Is it ok to say that?
Who makes up the rules, anyway?
Why do I get so nervous?
How can it feel so peaceful to drive up a canyon, sit in your car in the pouring rain, and finish The Book of Mormon?
How could it not be true?
And these are the things I am pondering on a Sunday evening.

p.s. i hate being bored.