I got caught by a cold.

I caught a cold again. Yuck I hate catching colds, but at least they provide me a chance to blog. This is the fourth cold that I have caught since last August, and I am really tired of it all. As I have been lying in bed the past couple days with way too much time to think, it occurred to me that the phrase "I caught a cold," is completely wrong and needs to be changed.

No one ever catches a cold, colds catch us. I promise you that I have never chased down a cold to catch it, as I have chased down and caught an ice cream truck. Trust me if a truck full of germs resembling the mucinex dude was driving down the road, I would let it drive right on by. Thats a truck I do not want to catch.

The odds of me catching a ball that is thrown my way is only about 10% when I am making an effort to catch it. The odds of me catching a mucinex dude flying at me, HECK NO! There is no chance. There is a chance I could unwillingly get hit by him, as in a game of dodge ball, but again, I would have no choice in that, I would not be doing any catching.

All I'm saying is that when you catch something, you make a choice to perform that action, and there has never been a time when I chose to catch a cold. Look at those guys. Colds are evil, there are most definitely trying to catch us. Even the way that they dress is deceiving, trying to look all proper like they wouldn't be the kind to run. From now on I will say, "I got caught by a cold," instead of, "I caught a cold," because that is what is really happening people. That is what is happening.