About a decade ago, I wrote a poem and created a meme called "Think Walking".
It is about a thinking man, walking up and down the halls of his house, and he wears a hole in his floor from pacing so much (all healthy, nothing wrong with).
However in this latest episode I must explain that, sometimes the floor wins - and you end up wearing a hole in your feet. My feet developed some callus from walking up and down the halls thinking about science, math, programming, idiocy (hey Howard, you are a faggot), and other related.
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Here is the old poem written years ago:
Strolling up the hall,
scratching hair,
choices, choices,
a man thought about all.
Strolling down the hall,
looking red,
decisions, decisions,
hitting head on wall.
The floor wore out,
he went bald,
the wall fell down.
He repaired the floor,
left the wall,
bought a hat,
and life went on.
Quote from original page eons ago:
"Poem description:
Sometimes man thinks about life and decisions by walking and pacing up and down a hallway. Sometimes we think for so long that the floor can end up wearing out, and the hairs start falling out from all the scratching and stress. But if we have confidence and the ability to move on, we can. When the wall fell down from hitting his head on it, the man was able to move on and gain his ground.
If you scratch your head so much that you become bald, put a hat on, forget about it, and move on. If you've lost your ground, gain your ground back. Sometimes we build walls around ourselves that we continually knock our heads against and there is no sense putting them up again if they've fallen down."
Some time, then, I will update a new poem revision about wearing holes in your own feet. This particularly happens on floors that have ridges/edges, such as real tile flooring. The edges literally wear down your feet and make them sore.
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