Because I lack a better subject to discuss, I'm blogging about randomness. Everyone knows what randomness is. Every person on this planet will be confronted with it at one point in their life. Some person will come up on the street and say something to you that makes absolutely no sense at all. Perhaps a person will come and give you a random hug. No matter what the act of randomness may be, everyone will experience it at one time or another.
The dictionary definition of randomness is "proceeding, made, or occuring without definite aim, reason, or pattern." This definition is certainly true when it comes to randomness. My little brother, Chris, is one of the most random people I know. He goes down the hallway at school and hugs people that he doesn't know, talks to people that hate him, etc. My little cousin, Calli, is 4 years old and is also very random. I was at her house when her dad, my uncle, came home and said "how was your day, Calli?" She didn't reply for about a minute so he started to walk on. Then she turned to him and yelled "I LIKE PUPPIES!" Best random moment of Calli's ever.
Randomness is so very random that I might even consider it a disease. It seems that it may also be contagious. I believe this because it looks to me that randomness transferrs from one person to another. When you spend a great amount of time around a random person, you too become random. By the way, I like tacos(:
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
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I love it when stuff happens when it's not expected. I wonder how much time a person really takes to plan a seemingly random act. Hmm...
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