Indeed I have thought about it before. Back when I was riding my bike everywhere I used to stop along the 91 up along Green River Rd. and just watch all the cars go by and think of just such thoughts. Most people I've talked to have some sort of claim to fame such as like the designer of the worlds most efficient spa jet, one of the guys who painted the Prado Dam, the fastest rider of the teacups at Disneyland, or just whatever. I'd often wonder just what each of the people in the cars driving by had for their claim to fame. There's so many cars that it would get to be too overwelming eventually and just, like, crash my mind. It seriously wouldn't function anymore. There were so many questions that it just overloaded it. There's so many people driving by, all of them with so much life that they've lived and so many experiences they've had, it's just beyond comprehension.
Anyway, the whole reason I stopped by your journal was to say that we're getting together for drinks. You don't have your age on your profile so I don't know if you're 21 or over but it's in a bar. If possible you should head out. It's good times.