The Human Parts Open Thread: Bedroom Things
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There’s a plastic skeleton hanging by the window of my bedroom. It’s the kind you would get from Wal-Mart a week before Halloween because you don’t have the time to put together ACTUAL decorations.

It doesn’t do anything. It has no monetary or sentimental value. I don’t know how, when, or why it ended up on my window. It’s just…there.

But when I pack up my stuff and move to college in two weeks, this worthless trinket is coming with me — because why not?

We humans like looking for meaning in random shit. We find faces in inkblots, look for every possible cause for cancer and autism, and see coincidences as signs from God.

But sometimes, there really is no “why.” There is no “why” to this plastic skeleton’s presence. It is truly, utterly, literally meaningless.

It’s kinda funny, when you think about it.

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