Cerebral

I wonder how quickly my cat will learn to equate scratching the table with my getting off the couch to swat in her direction and if she will start to think "hey, since she's up, maybe she'll feed me." I wonder how much muscle mass I will lose in three days of sitting on this couch and if the brain cells strengthened by constantly thinking about you will compensate. I wonder if the people who write the witty dialogue for television are actually funny in real life or if it's just a job to them. I wonder if the ancient philosophers actually thought the questions they were posing were important or if they were just trying to seem smart around the other philosophers, and I wonder what would have happened if one of them said "you know, let's just cut the crap." I wonder what it feels like to know something with no hesitations or second thoughts. I wonder who on my street right now is fighting, who is making love, who is playing with a child, who is wishing they never had a child, who regrets their marriage, who is praying for love to find them, who is laughing on the outside but slowly dying on the inside within their picture-perfect quasi-life of conformity and expectation and impossible standards. Maybe just me.