Rantings of a 12-year old mind

Sometimes I wonder why do we have five fingers? Why not 6 or 7 or perhaps, 12. Why is it that our body is perfect for the way it is?

Sometimes I wonder why does the alphabet ‘F’ sounds like ‘fa’ and not ‘ka’ , ‘sha’ or perhaps, ‘ sa’. Imagine somebody saying, “I don’t give a s(f)uck.” Or maybe, ” I don’t give a d(f)uck.” Funny, yeah.

I wonder why is white called white and not red, and red called red and not black, and black called black and not orange? Perhaps, orange is the new black. Whatever.

P.S. My 20-year old self did not write these utterly lame words but my 12-year old self did.
I found this written in a very old diary and no wonder, I had a stupid childhood.  😛

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8 thoughts on “Rantings of a 12-year old mind

  1. When I was younger, I use to laugh at my mom when she was silly. Now that I’m older, I find myself just as silly as her. Thanks mom, for teaching us that even as adults, it’s OK to be fun and enjoy life laughing. I now get to teach my nephews and niece the same thing.

    Thanks for refreshing mu childhood memories

    Thank you once again
    Hippo !

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