Yesterday, as I was driving through the fog, I remembered a lesson I learned in the first grade. I had just moved from Missouri to Kansas and we were learning about clouds. Or at least we were talking about clouds for some reason. My teacher, Mrs. Fry, was making us guess what clouds feel like. We were all shouting out typical six year old answers - soft! fluffy! like cottonballs! None of which were correct. Finally she told us it's a three letter word. Our little minds were stumped so she told us that clouds feel "wet." "WTF!?!" I thought, "Clouds are f'ing WET!?!?" Except I was six so I didn't really think those exact words. But I was floored. Why did she have to tell us that? WHY??
Then, senior year of high school, Mr. Klintworth ruined bubbles for me forever. He explained why they have little rainbows in them. And it's not because they are magical. Now why did he have to go explain away bubbles?? I wasn't nearly as upset about the bubbles as I was about the clouds, but I didn't feel that my life was any better after knowing about why bubbles have colors in them.
Why must everything be explained? Can't some things just be.