I discovered that the more I focus on noticing the world, the more I notice the absurdity of it.

I watch people change grocery checkout lines like they’re changing lanes of traffic. Where do they have to go so fast? How many more minutes did they save? And, how do they know that those minutes saved mattered?

I watch people, and myself, stress and wig out about work. How silly that is. Why stress something that can’t physically harm me? And why stress something that will ultimately end? And why couldn’t there be more fun?

I watch show up to church as if they’ll convene with a one true divine mystery. Many people participate in a religiion and many people believe in many different kinds of mystery. Who’s right? And who’s wrong? And does it matter?

The intensity of my curiosity about the world’s absurdity postiively correlates the amount of noticing. You might find that a curse; however, I find the process of thinking and exploring quite fun.

Noticing is fun.