Today in my teenage angst, I became a mouth breather. There is nothing in life that baffles me more than mouth breathers. Whenever I see one, I inevitably stare in wonder and amazement. It's like seeing a wiener dog. You just kind of stare in amazement that they exist. There was a girl in my microeconomics class last year, who was not only a mouth breather but had some sort of gym class right before ours and had worked it out with our professor to come ten minutes late. Every monday, wednesday and friday I marvelled at her reality.
This sounds harsh. I obviously understand that there is a physiological reality for mouth breathers that I can't understand as I have working sinuses, but every time I see a mouth breather all I can think is, close your mouth!
With the onset of fall and the allergies I seem, after 24 years, now availed to, my nose is stuffy. Last night as I was shelving in the mysteries, I noticed I was mouth breathing. I became my the center of my own amazement!
How often in life does that happen?
1 comment:
hahaha, the picture you chose to go along with this is nothing short of perfection! The title also sounds like it could be an episode of Seinfeld...which is always a good thing.
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