a fly on the wall, you know?

You know when you’re sitting in your living room and suddenly a bean of sunlight streams into the window and you sit there staring at it?   You know how, like, after you’ve been staring at the beam of sunlight streaming into your living room you see hundreds of dust particles just floating there? And then you start to think, wow that’s a lot of dust, I should clean the house more often? But then you don’t because you don’t like to clean house?  And then you start thinking, crap I wonder which one of those dust particles is going to make me sneeze for an hour?  And then you know when you go to the mall and you’re having some frozen yogurt and you see a beam of sunlight with dust floating in it, and you think wow the mall is cleaner than my house?  And then you think you should spend more time at the mall, but then you don't?  And then you start thinking about when you’re walking around the house and you stub your toe a stool that you left in the middle of the room because you were going to clean something up high but then you didn’t? And then you curse and say ouch? You know? And then you start thinking about all those poor little flies.

Do you see what I’m getting at?

No?

You know when you’re writing a blog post and your readers can't figure out what you’re talking about?  Sheesh, I’ll explain.

Flies have to fly through those thousands of suspended dust particles all the time, all day long, for all of their lives.  And then you think about how fast flies fly and you wonder how many times a day they go wham into a dust particle, that to them is just about the size of that stool you left in the middle of the room. And then you know when you start wondering if flies curse and say ouch all day? And then you know when you sit there wondering whether flies displace enough air to move dust particles out of their way before they the fly smack dab into them?  And then you start thinking about 6th grade science and you remember that flies have five eyes.

You know when you’re walking down the street and you get some dust in your eye and you have to stop walking and rub your eye until the dust stops irritating your eye? 

You see what I’m getting at?

You do? Good for you!

And then you think about how glad you are that the piece of dust in your eye isn’t a stool.   Well, anyway, next time you wish you were a fly on the wall… don’t!  It’s just not as glamorous as it seems, you know?