Sometimes it helps to question things and see that no one has questioned them before and then laugh about it. Like why does the word school exist when we already have the word prison?
Natural group behaviour. But I laugh about things that are not fun. Once we were in a bar, and a friend told me about a boy she had seen who fell like a log, and I laughed my head off.
How can I be king of the world? Because I am king of rubbish. And rubbish is what the world is made of. — Kate DiCamillo, The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane
Like why does the word school exist when we already have the word prison?
