I was just bitten by a bug. Here I am, sitting on my couch, minding my business, listening to an online class, when.... "Youch!"
I reach to the back of my thigh and feel a tiny little beetle like bug. It instantly squashed. No bigger than the head of a pin and completely foreign to me. Now my leg itches and my mind itches right along with it. "What kind of freakin' bug is THAT? Gross! I've never seen one of those."
Gross. I don't like being bitten by a foreign bug I know nothing about. I would rather be bit by a mosquito. At least I am familiar with them. It's like the difference between taking a lick of your kid's ice cream cone and that of a complete stranger kid's cone. Don't know who they are, don't want a lick!
Yeah. My mind works like that. Strange? Perhaps. But don't judge unless you're willing to dump some of the crazy that runs through your mind! ha ha ha ha