I like this. When in dire need of amusement I always think about the most awkward things I could do. Like running up to the pulpit and grabbing my pastor’s mike, or walking up to an entwined couple and brusquely break them up, or throwing tables and chairs around in the middle of a boring GP lesson and screaming about the futility of school. It’d spice things up and everyone would gawk at me and life wouldn’t ever be the same again. I might have to grow a beard (admittedly difficult, I’d sooner buy one from Daiso) or change my name. I haven’t done any of these things. I’m saner than most people give me credit for.