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There is a great need for a sarcasm font (and other thoughts)



I received this list today of random thoughts from twenty-somethings and have to say that 90% of the things below have crossed my mind...
  • I don't understand the purpose of the line, "I don't need to drink to have fun." Great, no one does. But why start a fire with flint and sticks when they've invented the lighter?
  • Have you ever been walking down the street and realised that you're going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you're crazy by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk. 
  • I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger. 
  • There is a great need for sarcasm font. 
  • I think everyone has a movie that they love so much, it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I'll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone's laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I'm still the only one who really, really gets it. 
  • I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in. 
  • LOL has gone from meaning, "laugh out loud" to "I have nothing else to say". 
  • I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger. 
  • How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear what they said? 
  • I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water. 
  • I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired. 
  • Whenever I'm Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public, I feel like a kid on Christmas morning that just got the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don't
    mind if I do! 
  • Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I'm from, this
    shouldn't be a problem … 
  • I wonder if cops ever get pissed off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.
  • I think the freezer deserves a light as well.  
  • You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you've made up your mind that you just aren't doing anything productive for the rest of the day. That time is now.







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