I always wonder what other people think about because I find that I think about many, many things throughout the course of the day. Some things I think about are kind of strange, like what I would look like if I was a man, or what it would feel like to drown.
Other things I think about are pretty normal, everyday matters. I think a lot about what I'm going to eat at my next meal and whether I have to cook or buy anything to be able to eat. Actually, I'm not sure if that's normal.
I also think about germs. A lot. I didn't used to think about germs so much until about a couple years ago when I started working in health clinics with kids. I feel bad about thinking this, but now I see little kids as walking germ balls, ready to smear their grimy hands all over my desk. They're still cute though, cute, but germy.
My mom said this is going to be me in 50 years.
When I'm not spacing out, I try to think about happy things, like my tiny dog, Bambi. She's the cutest dog I've ever seen, which is why I always cuddle her too hard, making her snap at me for squishing her.
Bambi, my baby.
I usually like to think about things that are aesthetically, emotionally, or gastronomically pleasing, like Veggie Grill's sweet potato chili fries O.O
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