While blog surfing the other day, I came across this blog in which the blogger, Crazy Lady Talking, wondered about different things and people. It made me think, and wonder.
With apologies to the original blog, here is my list:
I wonder whatever happened to my kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Hart, who told a classroom full of five year olds that there is no Santa Claus.
I wonder if Bryan’s family still owns the huge Victorian house at the corner of 7th and Washington in San Jose. Bryan was in my class up until fourth grade when I moved away. He and his parents lived with the grandparents at the end of my street.
I wonder whatever happened to my best friend Lydia, after I moved away in fourth grade. I wrote to her and I called her but she was never home.
I wonder whatever happened to this kid, Jaime who was in my dorm at college. He had a perpetual smile on his face, even when he was sad or worried, he had a smile on his face. I actually asked him once. “So why do you always smile? Why don’t you ever frown or raise your eyebrows or cry? You always have that same smile on your face.” He just smiled.
I wonder if the rumors about my tenth grade history teacher divorcing his wife and marrying a former student as soon as she turned 18 are true. I never would have pegged him for one that would do that but men do strange things when they turn 40.
I wonder why it freaks people out when you walk up to the counter and order a cheeseburger without the cheese. They want to give you a hamburger but you don’t want that. “If I wanted a hamburger I would order one. I want the cheeseburger without the cheese. If it’s the same thing as a hamburger, then why isn’t it listed as a hamburger with cheese?” I actually had this conversation with the guy at Jack In the Box about 30 years ago. I was on a study break during Dead Week. It was 4 AM.
I wonder why my daughter’s cat likes to sit with me but doesn’t like to sit with her.
I wonder why people still love the people that hurt them, even when it is a horrible hurt.
I wonder why people load my blog and read several posts but never leave a comment.
I wonder if Crazy Lady Talking thinks I did justice to her post.
Wasted Days And Wasted Nights 
So what is the difference between a hamburger and a cheeseless cheeseburger?
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The cheese, silly! 😉
Shoot, now you have my brain working, and I needed to go to bed early.
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teaspoon took my comment. This telepathy thing is getting out of hand.
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teaspoon, I don’t know the difference. The Jack Dude wouldn’t tell me. He assured me that a cheeseburger was different from a hamburger with cheese. He just wouldn’t expound on the difference(s). I think he was annoyed at a group of 12 university students coming in at 4 am when it was supposed to be quiet.
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The comment thing… I think a lot of times you can read a blog and like an entry but not have anything valuable to say or contribute. People get shy on the internet, just like in real life, and don’t want to sound like a maroon.
Then again, maybe they’re just lazy. Interesting post, good find.
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You’ve made me wonder about a number of things now, too. I wonder why there are some lessons (mostly related to matters of the heart) that I never learn, no matter how often they are taught to me.
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Yes … justice was done. The “i wonder” list comes into my head almost everyday … especially about people. I wonder why some people I run into all the time and some I never see again? I will try to be better about commenting because I wonder that too. thanks corina
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I cannot help but wonder if we wonder about things because we still need to learn the answers?
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Sometimes I want to leave comments on other people’s blogs but I’m afraid I’ll look like a dork. But I made a new friend doing that not too long ago, so you never know!
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I’ve made some friends those ways — both by leaving comments and getting them. Of course, it doesn’t always work out.
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Isn’t that the way that blog friends are made?
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Telepathy works pretty well too.
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I often read people’s blogs without commenting … some days I’m tired, and some days I feel stupid.
The thing about the cheeseburger was just too funny.
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Men do strange things when they turn 40!
I’ll say. My body did strange things. All of a sudden, my body required bran cereal every morning. My tongue started liking the stuff too. My eyes decided I needed progressive lenses. Completely weird.
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