Thought: You should spend more time outside.

Action: I went out for a walk today and saw a cute little rabbit in a field. Something chemicaly goes wrong in my head when I see something like a furry woodland critter--the inhibitors that would normally stop an imbecilic outburst do not get produced. I think it's my convulted version of tourette's syndrome. I couldn't stop myself. The surrounding landscape echoed back my childishly high-pitched cry of "BUNNYYYYYY!!!!!"

It looked broken, as if I had somehow perverted its marvelous innocence.

It ran away. I made it run away.

Why do all the pretty things always run away from me?