I think there is some truth of the idea that men daydream about doing like karate to enemies,

you know, like everybody.

Yeah, like sometimes I'll find myself thinking like, you know, damn, if push came to shove,

I wouldn't die immediately with piss in my pants.

I would go John Wick mode on various assailants.

And then I'm like, well, what the fuck?

Like, then I stop myself, what the fuck are you doing?

You have a job.

Like, you have to be doing something.

Basically, any public space I'm in, I'm calculating in my head what it would take for me

to be chow Yun fat from hard boiled.

Oh, yeah.

Like, what if I said two 45s right now?

How would I, would I slide down this banister?

Like, how would I dive across this table?

And how many people could I kill?

I run a 12-minute mile and I can do the raid too to my boss.

Those are like two genres of thought that you have like in a public space.

One is like this is sort of, it's the same thing as like background radiation in the universe.

It fills up 80 to 90% of the space.

Yeah.

And that's like, what's the worst thing I could do right now?

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