How It Goes

Hey chicklins, So, I've recently been watching Supernatural (I'm only on episode 14 of season 1, not very far yet). In episode 14 one of the actors says something about how everyone was sending casseroles. It reminded me of what happened when my dad died. I think my family got, like, eight lasagnas. And it was only lasagnas, nothing else. I wasn't able to eat it again for another couple years. My mom told me when my Uncle Tommy died that they got a bunch of lunch meat. I don't remember what we got when my grandma died but I can only assume that it was the same way. I wonder why people always send the same food? And it is always the same, like everyone giving you food has some sort of psychic connection to all send the same food. I don't know why it happens, but it always does. Just a thought. TheFabKid

You wanna know what I think is actually crazy? Time. Time is insane. I was pondering this just a few minutes ago because today (in case you didn't know) is the day to turn your clocks back an hour, and essentially you get a little extra time in your day. But how do you spend that time? Because for me, it was getting my first quesarito, splitting a beer with a girl who had to go tell a guy that she didn't want a future with him, hanging out in the dining room after one of our socials, showering, and just hanging out in our upstairs kitchen kinda debriefing our nights. I don't know, it wasn't like there was anything especially standout about the extra hour I got, but it was just quality overall. And then...it disappeared, just like that. The clock was back at 1:00AM, like a reset to the start of the days, and that hour was tucked away into the folds of time. I don't really know where I was going with this, or if I even wanted to get anything out of it, or if...