4 Very Strange Thoughts That Keep Me Up At Night
I have many thoughts that keep me up at night. It seems as the night deepens and the world outside quiets down, my mind decides it’s the perfect time to spiral into a series of random thoughts, questions and feelings. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because it’s the only time I have alone without my children or husband talking to me. The quietness allows my mind to wander in weird, random places. Here are just four of the things that keep me up:
Are Cemeteries Raining Dead Bodies?
Here’s a real brain-bender: Do decomposed bodies in cemeteries somehow end up in our drinking water? It sounds like the premise of a really bad horror movie, but hear me out. I was mulling over photosynthesis (as one does at 3 a.m.). I started to wonder if the process of water evaporating, turning into clouds, and falling as rain could be, in some weird way, “raining dead bodies.” I mean, if water cycles through the environment, could tiny particles from cemeteries hitch a ride in our rain?
That was one of my weird thoughts. I think I’m on to something here.
The V Formation and the Goose Leadership Dilemma
I was watching The Mighty Ducks with my son and there’s the iconic scene in the movie when the team gets in a V formation and slides down the ice. Then my mind began to wonder about real geese flying in a V.
This is where my brain went after watching the movie. How do the geese choose who gets to be the lead goose? Is there a democratic process involved, or do they draw straws? Perhaps they rotate leadership like a high-flying relay team. And what happens if a goose has an off day? Do they get a break and someone else swoops in? Imagine the goose meetings: “Today’s a good day to be in front, but I hear the wind’s strong—maybe you should lead this leg of the journey.”
Celine Dion’s Supernatural Powers
Speaking of incredible feats, how is it that Celine Dion managed to sound like an ethereal angel at the 2024 Paris Olympics despite her battle with Stiff Person Syndrome? Is she secretly a sorceress with magical vocal cords, or did she hire a team of vocal coaches who moonlight as wizards? Her performance was so mesmerizing it felt like she defied the very laws of physics and human limitation.
The Great Sock Mystery
And lastly, let’s not forget the eternal question of lost socks. Where do they disappear to in the laundry? Is there a secret sock dimension where all the mismatched pairs congregate and plot their return? Or is it a clandestine operation by laundry gnomes who secretly harbor a sock collection? Maybe it’s just a cosmic joke by the universe, reminding us that not everything has to make sense.
So there you have it—my late-night brain’s greatest hits. If you’ve ever found yourself awake with these questions swirling around, know you’re not alone. Here’s to hoping for a good night’s sleep and fewer existential crises!
