Thought I’d share a few of the intrusive brainrot thoughtbabies that plague me daily (especially in and around Butler library)

Let me be clear: I am not encouraging or condoning any of this unhinged behavior. Every day, the intrusive thoughts be intruding, so I hope you enjoy this anti-inspo post.

  1. Throwing trash into the book return bins in front of Butler. I don’t know why this pops into my head every time I pass them. Just thinking about it makes me gag.
  2. Stealing a book from Butler library. Why. Why. Why. They’re literally there TO BE CHECKED OUT. Yet every time I leave a study sesh a little voice in my head goes steal one! No one will know! My precious! They will know. I will know. The guilt would weigh on my soul forever.
  3. Carving my name into things. Bookshelves. Those really uncomfortable little wooden chairs with built-in desks. Walls. Why? No good reason. I just look down at my pen and think “huh, that’s kind of sharp. Carpentry skills, activate!”
  4. Splashing in the fountains on Low steps. I just want to be a little ducky. Let me be a ducky. Please. 
  5. Trying to climb the trees on and around the quad. For squirrel time.
  6. Prying up a loose cobblestone or brick and taking it home with me. I don’t have an explanation. This is a very destructive instinct. Help me mommy. 
  7. Hiding weird stuff in the stacks to upset researchers of the future. Like just deranged notes. Bloody tissues. The chaos calls me and I truly do not want to pick up the phone. 
  8. Howling like a banshee on the third floor of Butler. I hate how quiet it gets because I start to worry about breathing too much. I’m also very clumsy so I always accidentally make a racket and feel super bad. It’s uncomfortable. You know what’s worse? The irresistible urge to be as disruptive as possible. When that feeling sets in I put my straightjacket on and remove myself from the premises.
  9. Getting up close and personal with statues. Alma deserves a high five. So does Hamilton’s sweet bum.
  10. Switching IDs with a friend when I enter campus. There is no freaking reason to ever do this and it’s also so illegal but why does it occur to me every time I tap in at the gates???? AHHHH
  11. Tearing down posters. Not posters I dislike for any reason. I just want to know what it feels like to take something visible and important off the wall. Forget it mommy I’m beyond help.

Thanks for listening babes. I hope you haven’t been learning. Peace.