I have about a minute to type this because i'll be riding the waves of montony soon (read:homework).
Well, I deleted my previous post because I figured out that I've had enough of sadness for one day, so...
to quote our physics teacher, when the bus moves and there's a fly inside the bus, the fly won't be pushed to the end of the bus, it'll stay where it is. motion is relative. remember that. by relativity we mean, we judge something by a view or perspective. to us, riding in a bus and just staring at the floor, we won't feel the movement. but if you look out the window, and see the swooshing of the trees and houses, then congratulations, you can see. and the bus is moving.
so...in lit class, our teacher said to be human means living, not existing. by that we mean, you feel, you give meaning and you savor every idiosyncratic thing that you do, from spitting to shaking your butt. note: having your own idiosyncrasies makes you unique, not weird..plus, we humans are QUEIRD (a contraction of queer and weird).
so...i'm really not going to waste my life just looking at floor of the bus, and find nothing passionate and splendored about brushing your teeth.
and it took me fifteen minutes to write this...that's a start.