hotwords229_A
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When you’re being tackled to the ground by six State Troopers, that moment just before your cheek hits the pavement, you begin to think to yourself, “Okay, maybe I have a problem.”
Or so I’ve heard
I have a very reliable subconscious mind. My conscious mind is a complete moron, but my subconscious mind keeps me in check. It’s that nagging feeling that I forgot something, that I should be doing something, it reminds me to wake up at a certain time in the morning, etc.
It’s also the voice in my head that tells me, “you’re looking a little chunky, maybe it’s time to lay off the junk and start moving the trunk?” or “maybe you should stop being a self-righteous prick and listen to the other side of the argument” or just the more subtle, “Hey Fuckface, what the FUCK!”
That voice keeps me from going too far, or at least it’s honest enough to know when I’ve gone too far and then it’s time to have a serious sit down with my conscious mind and tell it it’s being a dick.
Or so I’ve heard
I have a very reliable subconscious mind. My conscious mind is a complete moron, but my subconscious mind keeps me in check. It’s that nagging feeling that I forgot something, that I should be doing something, it reminds me to wake up at a certain time in the morning, etc.
It’s also the voice in my head that tells me, “you’re looking a little chunky, maybe it’s time to lay off the junk and start moving the trunk?” or “maybe you should stop being a self-righteous prick and listen to the other side of the argument” or just the more subtle, “Hey Fuckface, what the FUCK!”
That voice keeps me from going too far, or at least it’s honest enough to know when I’ve gone too far and then it’s time to have a serious sit down with my conscious mind and tell it it’s being a dick.

