Why do People Still Talk to Me?

Picture this. Mindy and I are sitting on the couch on our laptops. Mindy is scrolling through the local 24 hour arrest list.

All of the sudden Mindy yells out.

"Did you see what this fucker did?

"Oh yeah I did.

 He killed that woman and her baby."

"Yeah. That son of a bitch strangled them with a rope.
 How fucked up is that?"

"I don't know. Maybe they had it coming."

"Shut the fucking front door right now."


And this is why I need to internalize some of my thoughts.