Lately I've been thinking
Maybe there's a meaning behind mundane things that we did, that we still do and taken for granted.
Just like maybe there's an evolutionary imperative of why we walk with two limbs instead of four,
or how we retract our hands if they touch a hot object.
Putting that same logic into place, I present you these questions, maybe you know the answer:
1. Why does the waiting note in telephone sounds "beep, *silence*, beep, *silence*, beep, etc."?
2. Who agreed and proclaimed that it should be like that for every single phone line in every country? Or does it sound different in certain places, excluding ring back tone service?
3. Why is a black sheep or scape goat an expression of an ill-perceived person of the bunch? What did they do wrong? Was the goat tried to escape, thereby making it bad? Was them folks THAT racist back in the day, they separate sheep based on their fur color?
4. Why do we bite our nails when nervous? Or do some repetitive gesture?
5. Who's the first person to make "clenching fist and punch the sky" gesture as a symbol of winning?
Even further, why does this considered a gesture for winning anyway?
6. When you say stick it to the man, who are you referring to? And if you are a man, by that action alone, may I consider you as a partially gay person? (joking)
7. Why do you cover your eyes with your palm when something you're seeing is too bright? Your reflex of closing your eyelids is not only more effective, but also faster.
8. Why are we, secretly or openly, get some fun in seeing pursuit of man? Not saying anything bad about works like battle royale, hunger games, or even running man, it has been around for ages. Less recent but not to archaic example is the collosseum with its gladiator and slave contestants.
9. Why do we say killing is bad but still getting ready for war?
10. Why do we cry when we are sad? Physiologically, it is more helpful if we laugh, smile or even hug someone. Why do we need to pour salty water to our faces when we are sad?
Well, if someone have more, please feel free to join the discussion.
Anyway, I'm 28 now. Lots of things I did, and didn't do. If allowed, I wanna go do or don't do more. Maybe, I will amount to something.
Maybe, I will amount to nothing.
Or at least a fertilizer for the earth surrounding my tomb.
Or maybe when I died, my body will be burned and scattered into the sea, contributing to its ever present saltiness.
Or maybe you will remember me, the inquisitive and perpetually questioning and in contrast, always content, person.
Maybe, just maybe, I will be a good memory.
Thanking God for these 28 years of sour, bittersweet and exhilarating life, this is Lim.
