Rambling about nonsense

Have you ever thought that Fridays are overrated?
They are nice but when you don’t have friends willing to have a good time with you and you get bored like a precooked chicken…
Today I wrote a romance between the geography teacher and the history teacher. They are both men in case you were wondering.
I know the history guy is married because his wife is a teacher too, but we don’t have classes with her. However, I have a friend who says that she is nicer to them than him in general.
They are one of those types of teachers who fit very well into the category of math teachers.
Ironically our math teacher is very sweet and patient. Her husband is a physics teacher. We don’t have class with him but I know a girl who told me that he is the opposite of her.
If she has patience with you, her husband as soon as you don’t understand something she says he goes into Mike Tyson mode.
But speaking of other things.
Today I was thinking about random things.
And I was wondering. What would it be like to see your own funeral?
But your own birth?
You could see the birth if by magic they get to record it but more than sure 99% of the people who read this if they get to do it were born before let’s say 2010. So it’s very unlikely.
And anyway. What satisfaction would it give you to see your mother suffer? Sure if you don’t hate her with all the strength of your heart.
I wonder if there is really something after death.
I don’t lean so much on the religion side because it’s quite surreal. In other words, imagine the endless queue if that final judgment would be made. How many people die that queue would not end until literally when the end of the world ends.
Although I’m not going to deny that it doesn’t sound interesting to fly among sweet angels or make myself fried meat in hell.
When I was little I wanted to be a nun.
Why?
I don’t know. But I used to be quite close to the nuns in the village at that time. And seeing how they are something clicked me and I thought what would it be like to be just like them?
Speaking of religion.
On Fridays we have religion class. Our teacher is a priest.
He has a choir, and he usually takes girls with good voices from classes to sing religious songs.
In Romanian we have a word, Popa, which is synonymous with priest, but it is used by children, or people who refer to priests in a mocking tone or they have had the custom since they were little.
Since our religion teacher’s last name is Pop, you can imagine. We call it Popa Doru. We put the last name before the first name to make it sound a little better.
This happened yesterday (Thursday). We were in a random class that I don’t remember.
And the girls had to go to Popa Doru’s.
And the teacher asked where are you going?
When they answered Popa Doru, according to what a classmate told me, she (the teacher) made a weird face.
What I wouldn’t have given to see it xd.
Radically changing the subject again.
Sometimes it happens to me that I breathe calmly and from one moment to another I feel an intense but very short pain in the left part of my chest. It’s really annoying. It’s been happening to me for at least 7 years.
It happens to me very, very rarely. The last time was I think on my birthday 2 years ago.
But still. It never stops being annoying.
Anyway. I think I’ll go. I don’t even know what I write or if what I wrote made sense.
Bye!