Wondering about wondering about wondering.
Sometimes I wonder why I am longer than other people.
I wonder if short people sitting next to you on the bus can see your upper teeth when you yawn.
I wonder what it feels like not being able to reach things on the top shelf even if you stand on your tippy toes.
Sometimes I wonder why I am a cynic while other people are not.
I wonder how it feels like always seeing the possibilities before seeing the obstacles.
I wonder if positive people always are happy or just seem to be.
Sometimes I wonder why I was not born with the ability to do the splits without stretching like a maniac.
I wonder how it feels like tipping over while sitting in the splits and being able to have your stomach touch the floor.
I wonder if their muscle hurt in the insane way mine do when they stretch.
Sometimes I wonder why my parents do not seem as composed as other peoples.
I wonder why they seem to not listen when I tell them important things.
I wonder if they have kept old grudges between them without even thinking about it.
Sometimes I wonder why I have an ability to easily pick up foreign languages when other people do not.
I wonder how it feels like not to understand any language or any word or any sound being made by another human being.
I wonder how it feels like only having to rely on your body language.
Sometimes I wonder why I seem to wonder about so many things while other people do not.
I wonder why my brain just goes on and on even if I sincerely just would want it to stop.
I wonder if my head his heavier than others from the weight of all my thoughts.
Sometimes I wonder without knowing what I am wondering about.
Sometimes I wonder why I am even wondering.
Sometimes I just wonder.
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