As if your nose asks for permission to smell shit, or as if you could stop the rush of random trivia storming your mind during conversation. If such moments are indeed alien to the reviewer, I seriously pity her.
You know, this probably says more about me than about anyone else, but I legitimately think less of people who deny having a chaotic internal monologue. Sometimes I will ask acquaintances questions like: "do you ever act before you think - like your body moves on its own and does its thing before you even have time to process it" or "do you ever, like, disagree with yourself? Have a little conversation going on inside your head?" or "or you ever talk to yourself?" or "does the man that watches you fall asleep ever tell you to eat your nail clippings?"
More often than not they say no, I don't know what you mean, and I actually feel disappointed in them. Like they are lying to me - or rather,
because they are lying to me. Fucking liars, man. Fuck.