My brain suffers enough from my strange thought patterns. It doesn't need any help from anything else.
As a kid growing up in Florida we had "hold your breath underwater" competitions all the time. I did OK. At one point when I was taking my kids to the pool I got to where I could swim 50 meters underwater. That could all explain a lot.
But there are stranger things in the universe than people holding their breath. I'm fairly certain that there's a star on the other side of the universe where some comedian sends thoughts to my brain and then laughs at the results.
For example, what if Velcro isn't really sticky. What if it just likes to grab things? What if I become one of those things?
Good morning, y’all! Have fed the horse and the universe is in harmony. Off to do chores. Have a great day!