Spermologer

A person who studies sperm? Not exactly. It's either a person who collects and studies seeds or a person who collects trivia. I am well known for collecting bizarre, random, and often useless facts, for example, there are twelve different ways to break a $1 bill. The fact that perplexes me is whether or not it is correct to call a single fact a sperm. If this is so then why are sperm called sperm? Are they also random, useless facts? I imagine all the facts I know swimming about my head, their little tails propelling them through the fluid of my brain searching for something to impregnate. In a standard deck of playing cards, clubs is the only suit in which all three face cards have two eyes. Does this fact mean that I am already pregnant? Am I continually pregnant, each fact pushing me further along until some moment in the future when my swollen brain expels everything it knows? Or do I become pregnant with every single fact and give birth to that fact every time I impart it on others? Is one of my children the fact that Illinois Ave is the property landed on most in Monopoly? I've begun to feel the oppressive weight and responsibility of the facts. It is important that people know that the average person spends roughly three years of their life watching commercials, for knowing this fact might prevent it from actually happening. Trivia has also ruined my social life. When friends are up for a night of Trivial Pursuit, the first person they invite is the one that knows that Beethoven's 9th symphony is roughly 70 minutes long, and that's why the maximum recording time on a compact disk is 74 minutes. For every other social gathering, I'm the last on the list. No one wants to be around someone pregnant with facts for the fear that one of them might burst into an otherwise lighthearted conversation. I've begun hiding my facts, refusing to let them out. I'm dying to tell someone that Pez was originally a peppermint candy invented in Austria, and is short for pfefferimnz. I've become a secret reservoir of forgotten knowledge that the world is better off not knowing. My head is overflowing with sperm.