It’s funny how different things can seem at different times. Like the difference between the feeling of city block during the day and at night, or the smell of cigarette smoke on the wool coat of a lover versus a stranger.
It’s funny how often I discover a cut or a bruise and have no idea where it came from. So much is going on in our bodies at every second, for the most part unnoticed. Sometimes I stop to think about it and it boggles my mind… why did my hand just ache for five minutes? Why is there a tiny red mark on my left cheek? Why does my stomach hurt? But after the pain stops, or the mark fades, I forget about it. But somewhere inside of me there are tiny cells that have been changed, perhaps forever.
It’s funny how we fail to notice what’s right in front of us. Those are grains of sand. Grains. Of. Fucking. Sand.
Do you know what these tiny treasures are? It’s the sand beneath your toes on the beach!
Micro-imagery of sandgrains by Gary Greenberg
Greenberg has compiled quite a few books which you can purchase here.
“It’s funny how people don’t give that much thought to what kids want as long as they’re being quiet.
It’s also interesting how hard it is to be depressed around a three-year-old, if you’re paying attention. After a while, whatever you’re nooning about begins to seem like some elaborate adult invention.”
—The Bean Trees
It’s funny how guys think it’s okay to sexually harass girls on the street as long as they compliment an article of their clothing. Dude, I know you don’t “love my dress.”
It’s funny how it’s considered rude to look at other people in confined spaces like elevators or public transportation. You’re just supposed to stand there and look at the floor and ignore the most interesting things to look at.
It’s funny how some people stand up in the subway way before their stop. I guess it’s just something to do.
It’s funny how different your life seems when you are a little removed. I just watched the entirety of freaks and geeks and I can’t believe that I didn’t realize until now that my entire high school (and, okay, college) experience was an attempt to toe the line between these two groups.
It’s funny how much time one can spend on tumblr and never write a post.
if a bad smell follows you around, it’s probably you.
i think the same goes for problems in relationships.
It’s funny how big of a difference there is between the sensation of swimming in a bikini and that of swimming nude.
