Sleeveless fleece vest with logo badge from an “exclusive” country club? Check? Legs splayed wide open, invading the space of others around him? Check. Talking loud on his iPhone through an earbud microphone? Check. Shaved head to hide the fact that he’s going bald and to show you how tough he is? Check. Tasseled loafers without any socks? Check. Stupid goatee? Check.

Yeah, right. Why don’t you go jump in a lake.

Some people come across as so sad or aloof, but then when they suddenly smile, it’s as if you are looking at a totally different person. It’s funny how such a little gesture can make such a big difference in how others see you.

If the shoe fits…

People can put any spin they want on it, but at the end of the day, much the way we act toward and interact with others basically boils down to one thing: mating and reproduction.

How many arguments have started because one person either misheard or misunderstood what another person said?

Call me a cynic, but when people say I can trust them, I immediately begin to think otherwise.

The more that people tell me about what they believe in, the more I doubt the validity of their beliefs.

Every great chef once preferred one food group: mother’s milk.
Every great athlete had a hard time standing on two legs.
Every great actor once believed that acting up was the way to get attention.
Every great writer once thought that pencils were for chewing.

I often wonder if people with sad faces are actually sad. If not, did they used to feel that way, or have they experienced a lot of sadness in their lives? Alternatively, do their faces actually influence the way they see the world? Or am I seeing something that is not really there?

As I grow older, the hair on my head has been thinning out. Meanwhile, hair has been sprouting up in lots of other places. I wonder if my hair just wanted a change of scenery?

When I ride the train to work in the morning, I usually see the same people sitting in the same seats doing the same things they were doing the day before. Why is that?

When we laugh, is it genetic or something we’ve learned? If it’s genetic, why doesn’t everyone find the same things funny? If it’s not something we are born with, why do so many people laugh at the same thing? Regardless, how do you explain the fact that it’s hard not to laugh when those around you are laughing hysterically?

Does everyone have thoughts and feelings that they’ll never share with anyone? How many people have fantasized about doing or saying something that no one else will ever know? How many of us allow others to believe something about us that we know isn’t true?

How come people with body odor aren’t bothered by the smell? Are they just used to it, or does it actually smell different to them than it does to everybody else?

Are redheads fiery by nature, or do they get that way because that is what others expect? I wonder how much of who we are is a reflection of what others think?

People from messed up families seem to fall into two camps: they repeat the same pattern and become totally screwed up themselves, or they do whatever they can to make sure they don’t end up the same way.

I wonder how many people end up doing something they regret because they don’t want to be alone.

Why is it so much easier for girls to be friends with boys than the opposite?

Some people are happiest when they around other people, while others feel this way when they are alone. Is this something we are born with or does it depend on how we were raised?

Does everybody wonder what to do with their hands when they are having their pictures taken?