When I was home doing the dishes, I found myself using the methods we were taught to wash beakers and such in the chemistry lab.
One day I am going to write a book 101 Evidences of Brain Damage Caused by Schools, based on real life experiences.
The turgid eyelids will be included. As well as the time I started hallucinating while half asleep in class and 1. mistook a bottle for a man's head, 2. mistook a camera for a man's head, 3. had a split-second dream of a vampire tree sucking nutrients from the wailing soil, 4. thought that water was hydrochloric acid.

I also like this band called The Hush Sound. Go listen to their songs, especially Wine Red and We Intertwined. Stuck in my head all through amath.

I wonder, if people didn't look weird at people who talked to themselves, who would really talk to themselves? I find it an enriching experience. Though the conversation won't really make sense. mine usually go something like 'tun-tun-tuntun. Why's that guy staring at me? Sound can't travel that far. No. It's a - oh, no lol. FBA, ha-ha!'
Talking to oneself should be introduced to therapy sessions or as a form of self expression. Hm, what was that? No, in fact I'm not a stranger to the milk tea bottle. Why do you ask?