January 12th, 2015
Stop Thinking Thoughts at Me
This is a cool game that your brain likes to play every now and then. You know, for fun. I’ve read articles about people who have much more severe versions of this. Having a brain that hates you — or rather, hates everyone around you — means having to constantly resist the impulse to impale random strangers. Not that that’s the hardest thing to do, because, you know, consequences, but still. Come on, brain. Be cool.
Darn brain. I don’t know how those Tibetan monks do it.
I’ve done this. I have totally normal thoughts about the most horrific things. But don’t worry! It probably just means I’m a sociopath or something.
I usually think up incredibly awesome and completely impractical weapons for fun.
Also there’s a froggy with the puppy.