Thought Disposal

You know that moment in the middle of someone's party when you see something that triggers an awkward memory, and suddenly you're embarrassed all over again? You start wondering, 'Do my friends remember that too?' And boom! Just like that, the enjoyment fades away. Or that feeling when you have an important meeting tomorrow, and you're terrified you might mispronounce a word like 'Monsdays'?

So I was thinking to myself, what would happen if modern humans evolved the ability to 'wee-wee' their thoughts, just as easily as they respond to nature's call? Or what if we could just toss our thoughts into a bin and leave them at the door in garbage bags? Imagine if we could just throw our thoughts into a bin or spit them out like gum. Or maybe there could be gums that absorb thoughts! No more weird thoughts or awkward moments to deal with—just spit them out and move on!

But it's not that simple, is it? Not because we lack a system to dispose of our trash thoughts, or because we don't have advanced technology to create thought-absorbing gums without losing happy memories, but because it would create an even bigger mess.

Let's say we dumped all those crazy, stupid, and sometimes even dangerous thoughts in bins by any means necessary - what would we do with them then? We'd need to have a thought-garbage truck swing by every week, with a field overflowing with thoughts like, "What if I push that red button?", or, "What would happen if we transplanted corn onto a dog?" It'd be like a mental junkyard!

And let's not forget about the way of disposing of them! Do we have to put them in a biohazard waste bag, cautioning “Beware of risk of spreading stupid thoughts”? What if someone gets infected? Do we have enough room in mental hospitals? What sort of medication would help? Would we need to find innocent, healthy people to provide blood for a cure?

What if we end up in a world where everyone's thoughts are so infectious that it causes a pandemic, forcing everyone to stay at home to avoid catching a dangerous virus which makes them think of nothing but zucchinis all day! Eventually, we'd all be walking around like a bunch of brain-dead zombies, mumbling about bananas and conspiracy theories. We'd have to set up thought-quarantine zones and thought masks to prevent the spread of brain farts! And don't even get me started on the thought police; they are probably already busy rounding up some new cult chanting "Down with gravity!"

That's crazy! You know what? Maybe it's better to stick to real life and forget about weird stuff like 'wee-weeing' thoughts and thought quarantines. Reality's already strange enough without adding zucchini pandemics and thought police to the mix. If you would excuse me, please, I have to throw this thought out in the garbage, but I’ll be back soon.