The Perfect M

I was at church this morning and I thought about something random, yet something interesting enough to keep my attention away from listening to the priest. Yet again, I thought of posting my thoughts online on a blog. Recently I've been thinking a lot about blogging every weird thought I come up with, but I've been too "busy" to take the time to write something. Today, I'm too lazy to start studying for tests upcoming this week, so I've decided to make a compilation post of random musings I may have. Scratch that, in line with my desire to get thinner and all my goals and shit on my previous post, I WILL write about my weird thoughts every single time! HAHAHA.

For today, I want to talk about my hands. I've actually answered "my hands" on surveys asking me what my favorite part of my body is several times in the past. As my mind was wandering during mass, I looked at my left hand and saw the familiar lines. I've got a letter M on my left hand which completely forms an M, or a perfect M as I call it. I've really been proud of it since I was a child. Seriously. It's one of the few physical things I love about myself. One of these days I'm going to take a picture of it to immortalize the image. I wonder how many people have perfect Ms on their hands. I hope I'm in the minority, hehe. I've always been curious as to the meaning of marks on hands. My mom used to tell me that the lines tell something about you, like your personality, how generous you are, and how long you're going to live. Haha. If only life were that easy to predict.