Exclamation marks, here.
I could write a thousand words, but they could just be a string of unintelligible characters and symbols to you.
I could mutter a few unoriginal curses, but no spiky tentacles will slither lazily out of your ears.
I could point fingers at you, but it does not make lightning crackle out of my fingertips.
I do whatever I can. You interpret it whichever way you like.
I do not know how – I thought that chances of it actually happening could be very, very small. Still, I do not need no statistics.
Heck, there are millions of people in this planet. That means there are enough brains to generate so many possibilities, so many what-ifs, so many probabilities.
Sure, it leaves room for coincidences, but that is besides the point.
Do we all think of the exact same thing at the exact same time? Like, right now.
Do you know what is going on in my mind now?
Does it seem to you like I am in dire need of a big, fat bar of dark chocolate?
Has it ever occur to you that I am capable of thinking abilities, too?
Do I sound like I am frustrated beyond frustration?
It is just that… oh, never mind.
Damn it – you have got to be kidding me.
And just to appease my own sorry self, I would like someone to pay for this, thank you very much.