pondering the question

You know when you're having one of those days where everything you see becomes a question? I had one of those today. Went to Hanley, (the city centre), and i nearly got strangled. Its like when your three and your on the motorway with your family. Not only is it THE most annoying thing that your stuck in a 10x10 box with the people you argue with the most, but they all seem to ignore you when you ask what that sign says, which ways London and how many brown people were in that Nissan.

Anyways, we were on the dual carriage way and i suddenly thought, if i was in a sound proof room all on my own and i was just listening, would it actually be silent or would there be a noise and i just can't hear it. Then it got me all paranoid that i should be able to hear it and what if dead people were telling me something really important and life changing, but i couldn't hear it because i did'nt know i'm deaf. That got me really worried that i'd give myself a heart condition, then i remembered i already have one and that i should really stop worrying myself. So here i am, sat in the car with the noisiest eleven year old you could encounter and the biggest fan of eighties music ever, trying to relax myself to avoid a heart condition and listen for the dead people so i didn't miss out on anything. Its a no win situation.

My short attention span led me to start wondering how we came to start up languages and how we got all our mates to understand us and teach their mates, because whenever i try to teach anyone anything they just glare at me for a while then slowly walk away. I guessed it probably took so long because everyone got mad at each other for not getting it right and they had wars and fell out and split the big island into little islands and moved out into big gangs and swam to the other islands where they wouldn't fall out and kill each others children. But the stupid ones that only could kill animals and climb trees got moved to the forest in Australia and became Aborigines so they weren't in the way, and thats why we sent all our prisoners there whe our prisons got too full, and thats why my grandad's been to Australia three times and been mugged there twice. Its also probably the reason why New Zealand's so clean and friendly and safe, because the prison guards have to live somewhere nearby. If you don't believe me i have three examples to prove my theory; Russell Crowe (thug), The All Blacks (scary guys in uniform) and Jason Donovan (sleaseball conman). Trust me, you have these thinking days for a reason.