Why Oh Why?

Tonight I'm having a case of the "why's". Or rather, last night I was having a case of the why's and it's now this morning and I still have a case of the why's. 4:32am and I'm pondering such thoughts as "Why do we inspect what we have dug out of our noses?" and "Why do little children often proceed to eat said findings?". "Why does my dog refuse to eat over his bowl and leave little soggy morsels of extremely expensive food on the floor for me to step on?"

Sigh.

I wish I had a power switch for my brain. Lock me in a room for a few days with some water and snacks and just put me on standby. Of course, I'd have a friend check on me every few hours to make sure I'm not chewing on my own underwear or turning blue from an extension chord stuck around my neck or anything like that. Safety first.

Bobble aka Stupid aka Boogers aka Tommy

The amazing thing is, I have a cat that ALWAYS has his switch off. This poor little fella stares at walls. Talks to his litter box. Gets on top of the refrigerator and cries until someone rescues him. His best friend is a spork. His memory trips about every 3-5 minutes at which point he forgets that he just finished eating and goes to find a food source, or figures out the ghost in his kittybox has left for the time being so he should probably occupy a lap or get petted. He's a little overweight but very soft. Now I know you're thinking "Gosh that Rachel girl is such a good Samaritan, rescuing the retarded kitty." And yes, this is true.
But not my point.

My point IS, this cat is extremely lucky. He loves his life. And if he's having a bad time, give it 3 minutes. And even if he is dumb he's awfully good looking. 

Ok, ok, enough with the cat, we get it, he's cute, blah blah. 

SO.  The real "why" then becomes this: is simplicity happiness? If so, must the mind be simple, or purely the means of pleasure? Do brains equal gloom? Or are they merely too busy calculating things to enjoy happiness for long enough that it actually makes an impact on our day, week, month, etc.? Now if you know me at all, you also know that I always have the right answer. Or will pretend to long enough to convince someone of it. This, however, is the unanswerable question. So, since I cannot provide words of wisdom, I'll end this blog with a few more random questions I've been pondering coupled by pictures that have nothing to do with them. 

Why do I continue to think camping sounds like fun when I do not enjoy getting eaten alive by bugs or waking up cold and somewhat damp?

Why do some people have snakes for pets? Don't they sleep like 5 months a year or something?

Why do I pick the sock lint out from between my toes every time I take off my shoes but walk around barefoot outside and not immediately wash my feet?

Why do I want to go to a protest for the sole purpose of holding a sign that says "Ladies Is Pimps Too"?

Why do rich people drink so much tea?