Ok, many people have been making comments about my “air molecule theory”, and many of you are probly wondering wat in the world they are talking about.
I would like to just leave it as is because if i explain everyone will think im crazy (plus “air molecule theory” makes it sound alot smarter than what my theory is actually about). But,most people already know im crazy so a few more wont hurt.
I guess there is nowhere else to start but at the begginning.
Ok, it all started many many moons ago when someone in my family asked me why I sleep with a fan on full blast right on my face every single night. Even in the winter. If I didnt have it on, I couldnt go to sleep. I really didnt know how to answer that I just knew I was not going to fall asleep without that fan on. That got me to thinking why I felt I needed it on at night for me to fall asleep. So, I reached deep in my brain and came up with an answer which I revealed to my sister later on. (get ready for this)
(clears throat)
Ok, I dont know if any of you have noticed but when you lay down in bed at night, there are billions of air molecules that will settle on your face as you fall asleep. Many people this does not bother them or they dont even notice but to me, It feels like they are suffocating me. Little evil suffocating monster molecules that will settle on my face to where I cannot breath properly because of the wall surrounding every crevas of my face. ( that word “crevas” was not a text message spelling. I really dont know how to spell that one)
Below, for bettter explanation, I have prepared a very educational well put together proffessional diagram.

Now, with all these caked up air molecules just sittin around on my face I cant breathe and when i can breathe I cant sleep. ( and yes, she has a mullet. For educational purposes)
Anywho,…So In order to get some shut eye I have to turn the fan on thus, circulating the air molecules so I can properly breathe in order to get a good nights rest. So I can get up at the crack of dawn with my bright chipper face to help my mom cook breakfast, help watch my little brothers, do dishes, milk the cows…churn butter. You know, the usual morning routine.
Until this day my fan must be on due to the above information. I am sure you all have the same look of wonder on your face as my sister did the day I told her all this. I know, I should write a book.
I have more where that came from.