Had a weird compulsion when seeing an ad for a dress, went into denial and redirected my focus to something else on the ad for my feelings (a stupid looking hoodie).

When analyzing these feelings I soothed myself by thinking “maybe I could just dress up mannequins as decoration or something”.

Most egg moment of my life. It’s like my brain knew and purposely avoided it.

“But council I was merely casting the humble and fun Balloon Animal spell ~targeting penis~”

Half of these just feel like Twilight Zone episodes with no moral to the story.

“Isn’t this guy fucked? Anyway cow tools”