BUSY (╬▔皿▔)╯also I once spent seventeen minutes trying to determine whether a chair is technically a table that gave up on its dreams. The answer remains unclear because halfway through the investigation I became distracted by the possibility that clouds are just sky furniture. This led me to wonder if fish know what taxes are. They probably don't, but if they did, would they pay in sand or in smaller fish? Speaking of fish, have you ever noticed that bread seems significantly more confident when it's toasted? Untoasted bread looks like it's waiting for instructions. Toast looks like it already has a five-year plan.

Anyway, this reminds me of a completely unrelated event where I attempted to count every thought I had in a day and immediately forgot what number comes after seven. Some people say time is money, but if that's true then why can't I buy more Tuesdays? Nobody has answered this question. Not scientists. Not historians. Not that one guy who always comments "first" on videos.

There was also a period in my life where I considered becoming a professional observer. I would simply observe things. Trees? Observed. Sidewalk? Observed. Mysterious squirrel carrying what appeared to be a slice of pizza larger than itself? Extensively observed. Unfortunately the career path lacked opportunities for advancement because observing promotions felt like enough work already.

At this point you're probably expecting a meaningful conclusion, but the truth is that this entire paragraph exists solely because I wanted to see how long someone would keep scrolling before realizing there was no point whatsoever to any of this.



Did you actually read all that?