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All the damn time. Sometimes I've just had enough and wanna stop breathing. Sadly, I can't. I try, but I just pass out and wake up again later...breathing.
I hate when I remember to breath and it causes me to switch from automatic to manual, then have to wait to forget about manual before it goes back to automatic.
Like I'm doing right now because I foolishly read this thread. ;p
I hate breathing so much that I sometimes forget to breathe, and wonder why I'm starting to lose consciousness. Then I have to actually think about breathing so I don't drive over a cliff or something. It sucks.
"The future is always born in pain... If we are wise what is born of that pain matures into the promise of a better world." --G'Kar, "Babylon 5"
I hate breathing because I can't half the time, courtesy 30 or so different environmental allergies.
"The hero is the person who can act mindfully, out of conscience, when others are all conforming, or who can take the moral high road when others are standing by silently, allowing evil deeds to go unchallenged." — Philip Zimbardo TUA Games & Fiction // Ponies
Breathing is like sex. It's good when you can do it, and bad when you can't.
And sex is like pizza, because even when it's bad, it's still pretty good. So, since breathing is like sex, and sex is like pizza, does that mean breathing is like pizza? A little stale sometimes, but necessary for survival?
And sex is like pizza, because even when it's bad, it's still pretty good. So, since breathing is like sex, and sex is like pizza, does that mean breathing is like pizza? A little stale sometimes, but necessary for survival?
I beg to differ. I've turned down some pizza that was awful, despite being pizza.
Breathing is like sex. It's good when you can do it, and bad when you can't.
Ain't it the truth...
I have a drawing of an orange, which proves I am a semi-tangible collection of pixels forming a somewhat coherent image manifested from the intoxicated mind of a madman. Naturally.
Do not even get me started on heart-beating! Every single thump shakes your hand just enough to screw up that reproduction of the Last Supper you're trying to paint on a grain of rice. Then you just have to freaking START OVER!
Freaking heartbeats...
I have a drawing of an orange, which proves I am a semi-tangible collection of pixels forming a somewhat coherent image manifested from the intoxicated mind of a madman. Naturally.
I thought sex was like pizza because everyone likes it, but they don't all like the same type
Both involve getting really hot for a few minutes?
Both involve tomato paste, cheese, bacon, mushrooms, and pineapple bits?
I enjoy breathing, but there *is* an essential bodily function I absolutely despise, and this seems the best (or only possible) place to say so: I hate, hate, HATE, um, excreting solid waste matter. Not doing it would be worse, of course...
"My in-laws are country people and at night you can hear their distinctive howl."
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