Nail Polish

The more I think about it, the more I realize just how complicated some people are. Take this situation for instance. A guy in my physics class told a joke which made almost everyone laugh. The girl who didn�t laugh looked at me with a puzzled expression on her face and said these precise words, �Was that supposed to be funny?� Ordinarily I would have been bewildered by her words, but on this particular occasion I was baffled as to how she could have not found the joke amusing.

After careful observation over the course of the remainder of the period, I began to understand the complexities of her thinking patterns, and the contents of the different realms of her brain. She had apparently surrendered a good portion of the available sections of her brain to memorizing the various color codes of her new favorite brand of nail polish. This was no small feat either since she had been using a different brand for some time. The remnants of what was left of the useful parts of her brain had been given the task of keeping track of everything else that was going on in the girl�s life. The residents of this area were seriously overworked and underpaid, and currently on strike. The non useful spaces of her brain seemed to have been filled with a fluffy white substance which reminded me a lot of cotton-candy.

It�s really no wonder she didn�t find the joke amusing, she had no way of interpreting the joke into a language which she could comprehend. After all, having the most important part of your brain-power devoted to nail polish color codes really doesn�t leave any room for much else... especially with the remnants on strike.

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