Sometimes it just doesn't make sense.

The man walking down the street in a

banana suit. The llama standing in the middle of the road. The fairies dancing in
front of the car window. The fact that all of this was actually happening and
wasn't a dream.
There was only half a worm in the apple. At first, Judy didn't quite comprehend
what this meant. "Why would only half a worm be living in an apple?" she wondered.
And then it dawned on her. Judy quickly spit out the bite she had just taken
expecting to see the other half of the worm. It ended up being much worse than
that.
At that moment he had a thought that he'd never imagine he'd consider. "I could
just cheat," he thought, "and that would solve the problem." He tried to move on
from the thought but it was persistent. It didn't want to go away and, if he was
honest with himself, he didn't want it to.
They needed to find a place to eat. The kids were beginning to get grumpy in
the back seat and if they didn't find them food soon, it was just a matter of time
before they were faced with a complete meltdown. Even knowing this, the solution
wasn't easy. Everyone in the car had a different opinion on where the best place to
eat would be with nobody agreeing with the suggestions of the others. It seemed to
be an impossible no-win situation where not everyone would be happy no matter where
they decided to eat which in itself would lead to a meltdown. Yet a decision needed
to be made and it needed to be made quickly.
It probably seemed trivial to most people, but it mattered to Tracey. She
wasn't sure why it mattered so much to her, but she understood deep within her
being that it mattered to her. So for the 365th day in a row, Tracey sat down to
eat pancakes for breakfast.
He sat staring at the person in the train stopped at the station going in the
opposite direction. She sat staring ahead, never noticing that she was being
watched. Both trains began to move and he knew that in another timeline or in
another universe, they had been happy together.
He collected the plastic trash on a daily basis. It never seemed to end. Even
if he cleaned the entire beach, more plastic would cover it the next day after the
tide had come in. Although it was a futile effort that would never be done, he
continued to pick up the trash each day.