I've never understood the motivation of getting the hundredth post in a thread. To me, it feels like a desperate cry for attention. I don't much care for attention. I'd much rather curl up in a ball in a corner and sob uncontrollably. There's something so comforting about going back to the position I was in as a fetus. I sometimes lie awake at night imagining that I'm in my mother's womb again. Speaking of womb, I don't know where the concept of silent letters came from. Maybe if those who came up with it would've stayed silent, we'd have an easier language to understand.
