That's what coffee is for.
I'm genX, so I grew up with 80s microcomputers. Programming was pretty much the only thing you could do with them.
Confabulation.
Look at split-brain patients: divide the corpus callosum down the middle, and you effectively have two separate brains that don't communicate. Tell the half without the speech centre to perform some random task, then ask the other one why they did that - and they will flat-out make up some plausible sounding reason.
And the thing is, they haven't the slightest idea that it isn't true. To them, it feels exactly like freely choosing to do it, for those made up reasons.
Bits of our brains make us do stuff for their own reasons, and we just make shit up to explain it after the fact. We invent the memory of choosing, about a quarter of a second after we've primed our muscles to carry out the choice.
I think a chunk of this comes down to our need to model the thoughts of others (incredibly useful for social animals) - we make everyone out to be these monolithic executive units so that we can predict their actions, and we make ourselves out to be the same so we can slot ourselves into that same reasoning.
Also it would be a bit fucking terrifying to just constantly get surprised by your own actions, blown around like a leaf on the wind without a clue what's going on, so I think another chunk of it is just larping this "I" person who has a coherent narrative behind it all, to protect your own sanity.
Cry me a fucking river, landlord scum.
I have some sensory issues around crowd noise; she is very much not the hike-in-the-mountains type. Rather than one or other of us having to be miserable, we each do our own thing when they'd otherwise conflict. Easy fix :)
My wife's having a loud house party until 6am, which is pretty much my idea of hell.
So I went hiking and am staying overnight in a freezing country town. Right now I'm having dinner; further plans involve electric blankets and Netflix
Counting the days until this is hacked and everyone on it gets doxxed.
I've always wondered if it's worse if she was good or bad in bed...
The artist is just playing with foreground vs background; his body carries on from the open space under the chair, and the 3d nose becomes a curled wire when removed from its normal context.
There's no 'joke' to get, except for your brain getting confused.
So to be clear, you're fine with guilt by association.
Specifically, association with 11,000 square miles of land.
Burglary, not robbery.
By definition, burglary is stealing without confrontation.
Everyone you don't like is a tankie.