Fountain of Useless Knowledge

April 5, 2002

After reading a friend's LiveJournal, I can see I'm not the only one whose brain bothers him with useless nonsense at all hours. That's nice; I'm probably not truly crazy.

That's not to say it's useful, though. True, I recently got a large entry on religion out of it, but for the most part it's stuff I could really do without. Like this:

I realized that for a while now, I've been older than my mother was when my younger sister was born. Genius that I am, I realized that the day I became that age, my sister became the age my mother was when I was born.

The part of my brain in charge of the useless information store started working on it. With no pen or paper to keep track of the math. I'm not going to do this now, I thought to myself. It's 2:30 in the morning and I've been trying to go to sleep for an hour and a half now. I'll figure it out in the morning.

Five minutes later, I had this: November 28, 2001. Shannon was 22 years and 232 days old; the age my mother was when I was born. I was 25 years and 36 days old; the age my mother was when my sister was born.

Yes, my mother was that young when I was born. Yes, I have trouble wrapping my brain around that. Yes, I also think my conscious mind should be able to exert a lot more control over my subconscious than it does.

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