Here, I will share daily random thoughts and stories. I'm a lazy baby so when I say daily, I might miss a few days. Don't call me out for it. 😶 I will not share personal things, just funny stories and thoughts. Hopefully, nothing about politics or religion will be involved in this thread.
You are also welcome to post something (be mindful of what you say, of course).
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First thought: As a child, I thought trees would speak if they were hurt. I thought they were inanimate objects until someone said "Trees are living things".

My reaction: (O.o)
Anyway, whenever I accidentally harm one, I would hug it right after. People called me a 'tree hugger' but why is that supposed to be an insult? I was just a dumb kid who liked Nature.

    Second Thought: I can remember the times when I did not watch Kdramas...

    When my crushes were not fictional second male leads, but western band members.
    When i didn't know how many emotions I can feel during half an hour/one hour.
    When I knew how to say simple phrases in only 5 languages. Now, add Korean=6.
    When I could barely remember names. Now I can remember all Lee's, Kim's, Go's, Choi's, Jung's, Ji's...
    When ramen was delicious. Now, it's even better?
    When I listened to English pop songs. Now, my playlist are all OSTs and Kpop.

    Dang, Kdramas just shifted my life around, but I'm alright. I think...

      Third thought: At one point, I did not know my current friends existed. They did not know I existed.

      Somehow, we find each other in the same school and out of all the people we could befriend, we just became friends? Life is an odd thing and fate is an interesting concept. I do not know if I believe in fate, but I believe things happen for a reason. I hope I will discover all these reasons.

      Fourth thought: just ate an over-ripe (not sure if that is a word) cantaloupe.

      Kind of tastes like an alcoholic beverage I accidentally tried as a kid, very tasty, although not as good as when it is just ripe. 🤣

      Fifth thought: irrational fear of matches.

      I have always been afraid of hot stuff, but one thing that gives me full blown anxiety is having anything that can explode or burn in my hands or near my face. I know, matches have to be struck in order to burn, fireworks have to be lit, and so on, yet my mind always imagines a match bursting into flame when I am not expecting it. I am a chicken when it comes to fire, and probably like a chicken, I do not want to take chances and be roasted.

      Isn't that such a weird fear?

      Sixth Thought: The Moon is my plant!

      As everyone already knows, I was a dumb kid. And so, I had a few moments with the moon that I still laugh at today. No, I did not think the moon was cheese. No, I did not see the Man in the Moon.
      What I did see was a seed in the sky. I wanted to find a way to pluck it off the dark blanket, and plant it in my backyard. I thought whoever had the Moon Seed could grow moonflowers. Beautiful moonflowers.
      "There are sunflowers! Mommy, are there also moonflowers?"

      Seventh Thought: I have selective hearing.
      Once, it went like this.

      Sister: (talks about something, asks me a question)
      Me: (without hesitation) mhmm!
      Sister: are you sure?
      Me: (pause) what was the question again?
      Sister: (face says it all) ...
      Me: (smiling like a goof) ...
      One minute of silence and intense staring
      Sister: WHY DID YOU REPLY IF YOU DID NOT HEAR MY QUESTION?(!!!!!)
      Me: Hey, I heard the part about that guy who was sitting with his long legs stretched out like spaghetti noodles and how his legs were glorious!
      Sister: (flips the bird)
      Me: big oopsie?

      ValKree hahaha. It reminds me when I accidentally step on a plant. I will immediately crouched down and said sorry to it. My aunt and my mom said that you need to talk to them in order for them to grow. I got this hobby until I grew up.
      Now our backyard was a like a forest. If someone throws a mango seed it will grow and become a tree. Honestly, we did not cultivate our backyard. Every three there was just a seed that we randomly throw out .

          Avalondra oof, if I did what you did I'd be saying sorry everyday. I'm clumsy so I step on weeds, flowers, grass-everything.

          I'm glad you enjoy my goofy stories. I have so much to share since I am quite a clown.

              ValKree haha I can see that in your writing. I'm like that as well. Glad to found another being from my planet xD

                Eighth Thought: Food choices

                One day, my mother asked my sister and I what we would want for dinner. Being the weirdos we were, we looked at each other for a short moment and yelled "rice and fish sauce!"
                My mother proceeded to ask which side dishes we want. Meat, vegetables - all that nice jazz. Thinking she would not listen to us, we shook or head to all of them. We told her nothing else is required, rice and fish sauce was sufficient.
                Fast forward three hours or so and there we were, staring at rice mixed with fish sauce. Nothing more, nothing less. My mother? She shook her head at her stupefied children whilst digging into one steamed fish drowned in fish sauce and spices.
                In the end, my sister and I boiled eggs and drenched them in more fish sauce. Now, my sister and I have an inside joke where we often greet each other with "You got the fish sauce?" To make it more interesting, we speak in hushed voices loud enough to be heard, think of drug dealing if you know how that goes in movies. I think we received strange looks from people in hallways and on the bus, but man, is that fun!

                Ninth Thought: Smelling citrus fruit peels

                Back in ninth grade, my friend waved an orange peel in front of my face for fun and that was when my love for sniffing peels awakened. My friends started giving me peels whenever they had tangerines or oranges because they knew I liked the smell.
                I moved schools and the first time I met my current friends, I was sitting in the cafeteria reading books on Wattpad and in my hand was a tangerine peel, which I was sniffing every minute or so. There were four students across from me at another table and two of them were facing me, looking at me weirdly. I stared at them, realizing I was caught in the act.
                As lunch break ended, they walked over to my lonely table and the only female of the group said "Hey, you were sniffing those peels as if they were drugs. Are you okay?"
                So, I had to explain that I was not high from smelling tangerine peels. I told them that I just enjoyed smelling citrus things. Then, they found out that I'm another weird one and from then on, I found more suppliers of peels.
                Every time my best friend has a tangerine, he would give me the peel. Then, they would all watch, fascinated as I enjoy the smell and smile like I am actually intoxicated.
                I know some people enjoy odd smells, but I don't consider this odd. There must be people out there who likes the smell of lemons, tangerines, limes and/or oranges, I am just one who does not care to be seen embracing the smells. I am quite weird, huh?

                Tenth Thought: I was once the dumbest kid in my class

                Up until third grade, I was behind all my peers because I could not speak English. I had always lived in an English-speaking country, yet my parents always spoke to me in their native language. When I started kindergarten, they realized I had to understand English to be the average kid in school. So, I went to a half-day program at a second school everyday.
                I could not communicate with anyone, I was quite a loner. I would be confused when teachers say something and the other kids react how they were supposed to. Slowly, I learned the alphabet while others were learning words. I was learning how to spell my name when others where learning how to write sentences. I understood most of the necessary words and then, French classes slapped us all on the nose in grade one!
                I lagged so much in that class because I was trying to learn English and French. I focused so much on English that I forgot how to speak my parents' language by grade two. I was doing well in English, but math was an issue. To me, it seemed like a whole new language. Multiplication, subtraction, addition, division! I could not even pronounce those long words while teachers would say those words every time they spoke.
                Fast forward to grade six and I took part in another program for English, but this time was different. I was building my English skills with the top students in my class and I did better than them in this program. I was very confused at this point in my life. I thought I was stupid because I could not understand math or geography or French. The two subjects I did well in were religion and visual arts. I was surprised when the program said I was reading ninth grade texts in sixth grade.
                Fast forward to ninth grade and I suddenly became one of the top students in most of my AP classes. I had read some books already in the sixth grade program. Everything seemed so clear to me after all those years of confusion and feeling stupid. My grades were not C's or F's like they were in elementary school. Currently, I am finishing up my high school life and I am looking back on the rough years. I think my English is decent enough for a high school kid. Imagine if I could speak and understand English from the start like other kids!
                Today, I am happy for enduring teasing and now, I love learning. Wow, that got very personal, but I was thinking about this more often recently. I am almost out of high school with high grades when I started with zeroes? The lesson I learned is that knowledge does not come naturally. I needed to chase books, forget that I'm stupid, ignore those who say I am dumb, and I just had to work. As long as I was interested in a subject, I could learn everything humans know about it! Life is tough, but feeling little is tougher.

                Eleventh Thought: Tears are from the ocean

                Another memory of the past, another time when I was a dumb and innocent child.
                Anyway, I discovered that the ocean was salty during one fateful trip to the beach. For a few years, I would try not to cry because I thought "Crying the whole ocean" was possible. I surely did not want to cry the big ocean and kill tons of fish. I realized that tears were salty, just like ocean water so I believed I could cry an ocean.
                Now, I cry whenever I feel extremely stressed or frustrated, but I am always called out and questioned for doing so. When I was 'allowed' to cry, I would not. Now, when I want to cry, I can not?

                  Twelfth Thought: Procrastination Master

                  Things I do when I should be focusing on homework: Draw, sing, read webtoons, write my books, read books from the library and online, watch animal videos, watch kdramas, listen to music and watch their official videos, scroll through memes, eat chocolate, think about how my life would be if I left the homework alone.
                  Things I do when I finish homework: Nothing, I am bored and can't think of something to do.
                  I think I need help.

                    Chryiss Bows gratefully thank you, I'm glad people can smile because of my foolishness. It puts a smile on my face too! 💙

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