liquor(ish)

There is something amazingly difficult about trying to pick up liquorice with just your tongue.
Ok sure that sounds weird… let me try to put it in some form of context. I was lying in bed, reading by torchlight and eating some homebrand liquorice, partly because it tastes good and partly in a half hearted attempt to get sick from too much and not have to go to school tomorrow (god I’m pathetic), anyway; I managed to drop a piece of liquorice on my chest between the bag and my mouth (don’t ask me how… liquorice has mysterious properties) because I was busy holding the book with one hand and changing the song I was listening to (did I mention I was listening to music on my computer) I instinctively tried to quickly pick up the piece with my tongue (I like to think I’m an expert with my tongue ;)[ok so I’m not but it’s still a nice thought]). I kinda failed so I put more effort in (hey I’m easily amused ok) and still no success, eventually I succeeded after almost 3 minutes and a lot of effort.
I’d like to follow this up with something like “it got me thinking” or “suddenly I realized” but I got nothing… Actually now I think of it; what else do we, as humans (or incredibly literate animals), do by instinct that is, I don’t want to say stupid here, inefficient? Are our hearts, our minds, our souls, our bodies a bad design? (so what if I’m stealing a few lines from David Wilcox here…. I’m sure he won’t mind) I think (mainly seeing as I don’t know where I’m going with this) I shall leave it with those questions for now.

Questions

I'm back, sorta. I kinda did accidentaly not update for ages... Inspiration for something to say here always seems to come at the worst times, for example when I give up my computer for a week, or just after I get into bed. It's annoying like that. How you search and search for something and then it jumps out and whacks you in the face at the most awkward time, infact i find it not only hits me at the wrong time but also at the wrong place (and in the wrong place) when with the wrong people or things to make the idea happen. Maybe it's just something in me that stops me getting things done, maybe even in the perfect place, at the perfect time, with the perfect people my mind would fail. I doubt it, and the doubt keeps me sane, sorta. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe perfection has happened and I just didn't notice maybe perfection never will happen and less should work, maybe I should stop trying to figure out what I mean when I say something. Maybe no-one (not even me) will read this so I should give up, maybe, maybe, maybe. Life is so uncertain. But if it was any different it wouldb't be the same (ok so that's kinda obvious) as it was once said by Einstein (and no this probably has no relevance it just popped into my head) 2 things in life are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the universe. So, if Einstein is right (a thing he had a habit of being) I'm probably just being stupid, I think....
Hopefully I shall get back into frequent updates, it just depends on when inspiration hits.