Because I trust you not to judge me, I thought I’d share a nonsense tidbit from my week. I was on my way to the gym (I exercise purely because punching air makes me feel like a badass when in real life I’d never punch or kick anything) when a song came on the radio. I’m no good with music released beyond 2005 (and 2001-2005 are pretty shaky for me. 90s alterna-pop and grunge is my musical wheelhouse) so I have no idea who was singing this song, but is was something broody and Cure-ish. In any case, the lyrics were being sung very slowly and went “If God had a master plan…” Except they sort of paused on the “mmmm” of “master plan” and for some reason every fiber of my being was expecting the lyric to be “If God had a mustache…” Because that’s a completely reasonable leap for my brain to make, right?
What about you, Bookworms? Any weird assumptions or brain bubbles pop up for you lately? Freudian slips? I want to hear about them!