I've noticed that people have a habit of asking me what I'm thinking about. Questions about what's on my mind, or just comments that I seem to be lost in thought.
When they ask me, I always wonder if they know what they're getting themselves into.
In that vein, random thoughts I've had today:
1. In the plastic world that mannequins occupy, is it really cold? Or are they aroused all the time? If that's the case, how do they procreate?
2. Superman is a fascist, but is Batman that much better?
3. Why does it always happen that the people who are most willing to tell other people what to do in a group responsibility are the ones who are least likely to do it themselves when their turn comes up?
4. Surgeons are about 2 psychological steps away from being serial killers.
5. Do people who want to take social services away from the poor ever wonder about self-preservation before they run their mouths? Desperate poor + violent revolution = dead rich people.
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