Sometimes my brain wants me to do random, silly, things. Last night I was at the store with my roommate buying some milk and I'd picked up a bag of hard candies; while standing at he register I was suddenly struck with this urge to place the bag on my head. At first it was just a passing thought, then it was a curious notion, then a whimsical desire, then a real desire, then a pressing desire ... until I had to keep myself forcefully in check from just grabbing this bag of candy and plopping it on my head.
I probably would have if I'd been alone, but then I looked at all the little, sane, people around me and realized it would upset their sane, little, realities; one moment I'd be plopping the candy hat on my head and the next moment they'd be running through the parking lot screaming, with their hair on fire, and the building falling down around me like the scene from some antichrist film turned all lopsided. Then I'd have to hear somebody whining about it, somewhere, somehow ... and that'd be the sticking point ... doomsday - fine; candle stick people - fine; but the whining! Why does it always come down to the whining?
So no crazy candy hat for my head (at least not until about halfway through this entry when I had to go finish the thought ... typing while balancing an open hat/bag of hard candy on your head isn't as difficult as you might think) and everyone got to go about their lives happily ever after ... except for me. Always except for me.
Candy hat ... you know you wanna do it.
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