But who was phone?
I dunno, but I heard everybody clap.
I always hear the mean voice in my head clap sarcastically when I find the phone on my hand, so that must have been it.
Oh is that what that noise was? I thought it was from when I nearly strangled myself with my headphone cable in standing, since I’ve apparently forgot how reality works today.
I’ve no idea what’s gone wrong, but someone else suggested weed. I wasn’t on it, but perhaps I should be.
it can definetly turn exasperation into amusement.
Shit, sign me up. I could definitely use some amusement.
One time I was on a call and started panicking because I couldn’t find my phone. I expressed this panic to the other end of the line, increasingly anxious, until he went “dreamer, it’s in your hand”
“Oh.”
Few things scare you like thinking you’ve lost one of the most expensive and fragile things you use nearly 24/7. And even fewer can make you feel like a complete idiot to realise you’re already holding it. Such a crazy crosswire of feelings.
My daughter was in a state searching all over before she left the house, when I asked what she was looking for, she said “my phone”. My other daughter piped up " you have it to your ear, you are talking on it"
Maybe not smoking so much weed might help with this.
I quit smoking weed after I had been looking for my phone under the bed for half an hour - using the flashlight of my phone.
No weed. Just pure unfiltered ignorance.
One time when my kids were little I was at Walmart and I suddenly realized I didn’t know where my son was and he was just little. So I was like, oh my god, where’s Buddy? Where’s Buddy? Where’s Buddy? And he busted up laughing because I was fucking holding him.
Insomnia does weird things to you.
