Sometimes the things I think about...its enough to scar anyone for life. You could take a hardened criminal, place him on the front lines in the most terrifying war in history for a thousand years, stick him between Justin Bieber and females for a few minutes, make him eat a live baby mouse, and then send him into my brain. Even with all that preparation he would stumble out muttering unintelligible things and shivering in under five seconds. I guarantee it.
For example, I was at work the other day. In the midst of insanity, my brain decided to one-up it all. For reasons I have long-since forgotten, I decided it would be a fantastic idea to change how I react to things. Instead of making known my own opinion about certain things, I'd make up what Matt Damon's is. I wish I could remember what prompted this. It would be great topic during my therapy sessions this week.
I'm tempted to continue frolicking down this path. Just hopping along on my merry little way. But that would leave me with a brutally long and tedious post. And, frankly, Matt Damon isn't a fan of those.
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