Oh, would I want my thoughts in a bubble above my head? I think they already are. I used to sit in staff meetings as a teacher. And I would not say anything, I'd just be sitting there. I'd be writing things down if I needed to, or taking notes on something, or drawing a picture or doing whatever you do when you're sitting at a staff meeting. And one time I was sitting with one of my friends, who was also an older teacher, and we were sitting with one of our mentees who was the brand new band director. Evidently my mind could be read by her, because she's -- we're sitting there and the principal's going on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on about some new thing we're gonna have to do. And she looks at me and she goes in a rather loud voice, "Hey, [Name]. Why don't you say what you really are thinking about all of this?" And I kinda looked at her.  And the principal looked at my face and he went, "No, don't bother. We already know what you think about all this. We can see it all over your face." I said, "I didn't say a word!" He said, "You don't have to say a word. We already know what you think of this. And we're gonna leave it at that, because we all kind of agree with you, but it's the new state mandate."  So, we left it at that. But I don't think I need to have bubbles over my head, because obviously, I'm too easy to read.

You know, I remember like, one time my car was making a sound it obviously shouldn't have. A sign -- a sound that was like, "Your car is broken" type of sound. So I remember in a panic I pulled into someone's driveway, because I was in like -- oh, on a rural road. So I was like, "I just need to get off this shoulder here." So I pulled into a driveway and, um, to make a phone call. To call my parents and be like, "My car is broke." And I remember having a, uh, a man come out and confront me and, uh, threaten me in a pretty hostile manner. And it was, it was a lot of things: it was confusing, it was scary, and it was a wake up call. And that was before 2016, um, so I guess -- I don't know, I guess that was a wake up call to me that, uh, I kind of assumed like, "Yeah, people understand I'm not threatening. I'm just here 'cause my cars broken." And then I'm like, "Man, some people just see the worst in other people or assume the worst." And I feel like it's just become easier and easier to make those assumptions, and I do that as well! When I see -- sometimes when I see someone plop down a particular political sign, there's a part of me that goes like, "Oh. I, I can't unsee that." Like, "Oh, how -- why -- no." Um, and I really never really used to feel that way.

I think boats are really relaxing, and, um -- but one time, my boyfriend, this is before I met him, he was like, early 20s I think. Him and his friend were -- I think it was Pictured Rocks? So they were going up on that Pictured Rocks -- Pictured Rocks boat tour. And it was kinda like cool and a little chilly that weekend, and then they were gonna go camping.  So like, he said that he was on like the first level, and he's like looking at the rocks and stuff, looking at stuff, and then he got thrown up on by somebody from up above. And he didn't bring a blanket or anything, it was just his hoodie. And so he's like in the bathroom like, washing his hoodie off and he's like, "Oh my gosh, that's like so gross."  And then he comes out and as they're getting off the boat, these little kids come up to him, and they said, "Our grandma told us to tell you that she's really sorry and she- she's really embarrassed." Aw! And then, um, because him and his friend were camping, like, and he didn't bring any blankets or whatever, all he had was like that wet sweater. And I'm just like, "Ah, ew." So I think he rolled it up and used it -- had to use it as a pillow or something. But like I'm just like, "Ah. You know, that's a good reason not to go camping." So whenever we talk about like, up north or Pictured Rocks or whatever, he always has to tell that story. Not like it was traumatizing or anything! Aw, poor guy.