I Wonder....

I am a 28 year old women. Single mom. I like to think I am intelligent. By the grace of God I have created a stable career for myself. I have an awesome sense of humor. I like to think I am a contributing member of society. But, sometimes I wonder.....

When I am at the grocery store and I see a lady wearing a hospital mask that covered her mouth I wonder; is she keeping it in or keeping it out?

When I am at the park and I see a grown human being pull out a tiny baggie and pick up dog poop I wonder; who is the real master in the relationship?

When I am driving and I see somebody pick their nose I wonder; why no tissue? and Where do they put it if they have no tissue? and...does their spouse know about their nose picking? and if so, does the spouse accept this as a character flaw? How does the spouse look at him and feel attraction? Do they wash their hands before supper?

When I am out and about town and see a couple that consist of one very strange person and one unpleasant person I wonder; Where am I missing the mark? what is it that I am not doing right? here these two unpleasantly strange folk have found love and yet I , who shower daily, who is awesome, am still single?

When I see a sign that reads "made fresh daily" I wonder; does this mean they make it fresh each day or they make it fresh during the day time? And, why not just be more specific. We are all on pins and needles wondering exactly how fresh this thing that is made daily is.

When I see somebody Park in a parking spot designated for persons that hold the "disabled" placard, yet said person gets out of the car and skips t their destination I wonder; what would their mother say? What would other disabled folk say? and...what would happen if I asked this person " excuses me, does being a big faker qualify you for the disabled placard?"

These are thoughts that pass through my mind. I have kept them bottles inside all theses years and I feel its time I just get honest. there it is people. I'm a weirdo.

Also, at my workplace we have an old security guard who constantly sleeps on the job. I find new ways to startle him awake each day...and then right as he wakes up I just walk past him normal as if I hadn't heard any loud noises or jolted his chair at all.

Some might say that its mean. I say its the little pleasures in life that keep each day interesting.

This has been a random post brought to you by me, Jess.