Rhetorical Questions from My Internal Monologue
How can I love traveling so much, but hate packing and unpacking this much?
Do horoscopes really tell you anything?
Am I turning into my parents?
Is it OCD of me to put my groceries on the conveyor belt grouped into categories?
Is it OCD of me to worry if that’s OCD?
What’s the magic number of people to follow on Twitter that’s manageable enough to keep up with but broad enough to be useful? (FYI: 100, for me, so far.)
Is the logic behind my eating habits any different from that of a Golden Retriever?
How do people manage to let the ones who meant the most to them slip out of their lives?
Do I think too much?