Relative Something

I’m not usually of a mind to write confessions, but when my self-discovery is significantly enlightening, I make exceptions. I thought I had a realistic impression of how the world works, but I’m discovering that my version misses detail that defies logic.

It makes no sense that the floors of our house can get so dirty when I’m the only one here, and am living like a guest in a museum. My ignorance is humbling. Being forced to have sole responsibility for keeping the floor clean has taught me that I never contributed enough toward the effort in the past.

I don’t know where the stuff is coming from, but over, and over, I step into a room to find some new morsel of debris lying in plain sight. If that much crap is coming from my activity when I am being careful, I must have been making a heck of a mess all my life, prior, when I was oblivious.

I guess I shouldn’t be surprised by the demonstration of gravity. Things end up on the floor. I just didn’t realize that the particles are able to materialize out of thin air.