Tommy's Thursday Thoughts: Vol. 91 - Extraordinary Thoughts
-In theory, describing something as extraordinary should just mean that it’s very ordinary and average, but it somehow is synonymous with great. Makes no sense.
-If I play my cards right, I think I might never have to run again for the rest of my life. No gym class. No organized sports. If I do, it would be because I’m on the treadmill working out, but I don’t HAVE to do that. Basically unless I’m about to get murdered and need to escape, I may never run again. New life goal.
-It’s crazy we haven’t advanced enough as a society where there’s a clear way to tell if a bathroom is occupied at like a restaurant or something. Porta Potties tell you if they’re occupied. Trains do. Planes do. But the higher up in society you go, that feature just goes away. You go to a bar or restaurant and you have to physically see if the handle is locked. Needs to change.
-There’s no faker human reaction than a girl who is over the top excited for her newly engaged friend. Commenting “I’M LITERALLY SCREAMING” or “AHH I CAN’T BREATHE.” Anytime someone needs to give such an extreme reaction, it probably means they are overcompensating for their actual feelings. This is very similar to the girl who puts up 19 Instagram stories wishing a happy birthday to a girl that she doesn’t even like that much.
-Whenever I’m stuck in traffic, I love wondering “Where the hell are all these people going?” while they probably think the same exact thing about me.
-Due to my frequent urination problem, I’m in my office bathroom so much that all my coworkers think they share a special bond with me where our pee cycles are lined up. In reality, I’m in there so much that statistically speaking, I’m bound to run into them. I just don’t have the heart to tell them that our special connection is simply the result of an overactive bladder.
-Million dollar idea: starting a business that sells “I Voted” stickers for people who want the societal approval of voting but don’t actually feel like going to vote or getting a ballot.
-The worst part of living on your own is having to decide what to eat every night. Growing up, your parents just set the menu and that was that. Now while having the freedom to decide myself is nice, there’s been nights I get too stressed out and just wish someone could pick for me.
Thank you for your time.
