worm.

I’m learning to see God as more like someone else and less like me. Which is, well, refreshing. I’m getting quite sick of myself as it is. Which I think is primarily due to my avid journaling. I’ve been doing it so frequently lately that I believe its becoming slightly less like a sorting of thoughts and slightly more like narcissism. They might have been one in the same in the first place. But I’m willing to continue the journaling despite the risk. I like to write. I think it cultivates a sort of off-beat sense of organization, which is something I sorely lack. Plus I can listen to music while I write, which is nice. But it can’t be too jazzy, because then I want to dance.
Anyway, earlier today I was thinking about earthworms for some reason. I really hate how when it rains you find them strewn on the sidewalk, especially when people step on them. I don’t care so much that they get stepped on, it just makes me uncomfortable seeing them smashed and soggy in the rain. For some reason seeing them always reminds me of being on the blacktop (I think they called it that) at school when I was little. It rained a lot. I guess I saw a lot of worms. Anyway, I was just wondering why worms come out when it rains and somehow end up on the cement. I thought perhaps they’re tunnels get flooded. But I don’t know if they use tunnels like we use hallways, because I think they can make new ones whenever they want. I think I heard somewhere that they eat dirt. But maybe that’s just one of those dumb things people say, because it sounds like it. I don’t know, maybe they do come out and get washed up. I can’t imagine they’re looking for air, can you even breath in there, under ground? Do they have lungs? Gills, maybe? Skin-breathers? And how do they know which way is up? I can’t imagine that they have equilibriums. They’re too squishy. They would get all turned around down in the dirt and get sick and throw up mud. This is too confusing. I just started thinking about whether they know which end they’re head is at. They probably don’t have heads. Wow. I'm over it.

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How public or private is this thing anyway? I probably don't even want you reading it. I'll probably write everything in webdings.