Is it normal to want this?

I just came back from a suave flat party in the middle of London, and I have come to the conclusion that a suit and tie with a cigar in one hand and a crystal glass of whiskey in the other is the way humans should dress, and wearing "civilian clothing" as I am now makes me feel nothing less than dirty. On the surface above me I have the remnants of a bottle of famous grouse, my last remaining cigar in its' own little tube, a hip flask and a crystal glass and I feel any person without a surface in their room garnished as such, should be re-educated at a private school and taken to Italy for a lesson in style. I wore a suit every day for 2 years in 6th form and I had never been happier, until last night, sat in a leather chair sipping whiskey and smoking a cigar, with a Frank Sinatra vinyl playing on the record player next to me. The only possible improvement to this scene is if it took place on a rooftop villa in the 1950's.

I, am going to talk about my cat. Everyone loves cats, right? :}

Anyway, I'm not sure what breed he is. The man who sold him to me, said: "He is just a common cat, he's not a pure bred." But something tells me he is wrong. Half of the employees are wrong; they never know what they are talking about. <.<

Okay, he was right. He is not a pure bred, however, I like you to pretend he is because it makes me feel better about spending $117 on him. >.>

I don't think it would have mattered if he was $257. I still would have bought him anyway, because there was no way on earth I would have left him after the way he showed so much interest in me. He was so happy to see me! It made me feel special, out everyone in the pet shop that day; he choose me! Sadly enough, I couldn't bring him home with me that day; I had insufficient funds...

I had to leave him there for two whole days. I can only imagine what was going through his poor little mind when I left him. Not to mention those numb skulls were playing loud rock music! Animals don't like hip-hop or metal. They like jazz and classical music, like me!

Carrying on. Finally, I had convinced my Mother to split the cost so I could buy him. So I returned to the pet shop two days after, so I could make my purchase. I was anxious because I didn't know if he would still be there by the time I got back.
Lo and behold, when I made my way to the cages, I saw that he was still there and he was now determined more than ever to make me bring him home with me. Little did he know; I was already there to get him! He was trying to shove his head through the cage and he was looking and acting as sweet as he could. My heart melted and I was so happy that he was excited to see me again!

See this really should be so much fun, only I'm retarded and the second I'm told to express my thoughts without having a specific thing to answer, my brain switches off, not only for future thoughts, but it erases like...the last minute or so and I have zero idea what's actually going on. I've actually in all honesty forgotten what the question was, and I KNOW that when I go back to read it, I will panic, and read it ten times, yet have no idea what it said.

Then I freak out about actually hitting send, cos I don't want to look like an idiot (though tis inevitable) for not having understood the perfectly straightforward question. Sad fact is, I don't actually know what I think half the time, and I'm torn between feeling like a fucking moron, and being terrified of being caught out. Though the worst bit is, being asked something I know, but not being able to answer it for fear of looking like I don't know what I'm on about...which leads to me looking even more stupid.

This is why I failed at school. Luckily, this fact amuses me now.

Ah fuck, I have no idea what I've just done. Blah.

Well I'm going to try and find some episodes of Most Evil because it's a great show and I missed about half the episodes I think. Because I work a lot and even when I'm home I can't sit still for more that a few minutes. Things always need to get done or I just feel too fidgety and I need to go do something. I could go smoke a bowl then I'll really get busy like go out in the yard for three hours to weed and mow and trim and all that. Work up a good sweat ya know burn some calories play with the dogs go back inside and do the dishes and vacuum then go back outside and pick up where I left off then I'll need to get something out of the van and realise its a mess so I'll start cleaning that and see something in there that belongs in the garage so I'll go put it away and I'll see my box of marijuana goodies again so I'll sit for a minute and hit the bowl and go back out to clean the van then my dogs will whine at me so I'll go play stick for a while and see a weed that I missed so I'll look for more that I missed and when I go to throw them away I'll see the van doors open and remember that I was still cleaning it so I'll finish that and go back inside probably drink some carrot juice out of the bottle then go take a pee wash my hands sit for a minute look in on this site leave some stupid comments then go back outside and start sweeping the driveway or something then the mailman comes by so I bring that inside and its bills so I put them down promptly and go back outside with the dogs again and see the puppy dug another damn hole but he looks at me with that face damn it all he's so cute and his whole body wiggles like crazy when he wags his tail and I just remembered I need to get his nuts cut off because my female isn't fixed either and I don't need no more puppies man. That was all in one breathe :)

I felt a bit guilty about that one because I didn't know if I answered it correctly or not. Also, people started answering similarly after I posted, making the assumption I was right.

I'd be worried about doing it again because I don't know if it'd be wise when I might consider other IIN members (as I'm doing as I write this, because I think I know who you are, so I'm thinking about you as I write this to you, which is not necessarily a bad thing, but maybe I wouldn't want every thought about every person here to be public, and I'd feel bad about doing it if I edited myself and wasn't entirely honest). So I don't know. Anyway, I guess you've already seen mine anyway so maybe the others should do it. :)

I'm a loner in this thread. These people seem to know each other.
A unit.
and yet, without reason, I feel outcasted again.
Like at school as I sat there in the corner desk at the back of the room, looking through my thick black hair, examining the faces of all the fucking geniuses in my gifted and talented class.
I spot a girl. Blonde. Not usually my type but I like her and hate her at the same time. Her hair is long, wavy, and golden. She has glasses. I like that. She has perfect perky tits and the ideal body.
Shit.
My panties are soaking wet. I like her because she's cute. An ideal subject for my fantasies at night. I hate her because she'll never cooperate. I can't talk to her.
I can't talk to anyone.
I just stare into them. And when I'm not staring, I sketch images of disgustingly beautiful female nudity into my desk.
By the time the bell screams for our departure, the desk is fully decorated with images.
The next day the desk is clean and the cycle starts again.

I like different celebrity's all time I move on very quickly. I liked Andrew Garfield and Now Ryan Gosling, when I like them I have to watch everything they are in, sometime I even write like a timeline about how I would meet them, at what age and when.By the time anyone see's this, I will probably be in Love with um..... I don't know we will wait and see and oh, Morgan Freeman narrates everything I think :)

Ooh, this looks fun. I wonder what my fever brain can come up with. Splorp. It's really difficult to think of something to write when there's no topic... fuckbunnies. I'm totally wasting time with this, I should really be finding my sketchpad and getting set up to draw. I have lots of inking to do. Inky dink a rink. Blink. Mink. My rhyming stinks. Excited for this next episode of Dr. Who. Shit's about to get real. Like Dalek and Cyberman real. Shit's legit, yo. Why am I still typing? I don't know how long to bloody make this thing, shit. I hope my soup's not getting cold. Damn illness... apparently the best thing for one's health *isn't* getting drunk and sleeping in tents all weekend, go figure. Next time I go out there those damn kids aren't getting a drop of my alcohol.. so broke for the week... Motherfucker I need a job. If burger king doesn't call me back... I'm gonna do... something. Maybe order a bunch of food one day and use it to paint mean messages on the windows, I'll figure something out. Soup and tea are the best fucking things ever. I should probably stop this shit now, I have work to do! >:3

Fucking cunt, fucking cunt, fucking cunt, earcheeeeeeegeeee, ahahahahahahahaha, yomo, sup? I have a cup. hit you over the head with it, I see you bleeding. lololololol. why am i typing this, you;re stupid, stupid fucking cunt, fucking idiot, the screen is white, my face feels warm, shut up cat i'll let you out after this, fuck off you stupid fucking dog, stop barking, megan, stop fucking barking, i will fucking stab you. i wonder if i should do the dishes, i should probably clean my room. fuck that i want to go to bed, i might watch lord of the rings, does that make me nerdy? no it's a good film so far, and the second seems good too, fuck what people think, they can choke on their own tounge, fuck off, fuck off, oh my fucking god shut up dog, i will hit you. it's getting dark, should I do the dishes? i hgave to feed the foal at twelve, it could pass the time, that stupid fucking foal. better send this before my internet goes off. my mother's boyfriend things he's in control, but I plan on stabbing him and burrying him in the woods behind our housem, the fucking cunt.

Enjoy, all off the top of my head.

Paha. Good luck. Why would anyone want to speak their mind when if the majority don't agree with it, or use their emotions more than rational thinking, they are blasted and named all sorts of things?

Why would anyone want to express their true opinions when all that happens if the majority dissagree is get blasted for it?

If IIN was a book, the chapter for this generation of IIN users would be "Express your own beliefs, aslong as they agree with mine".

I like Aliens. All sorts.
My favorites are from Space and Ghostly and with .'s and ?'s.

I like Bananas. All sorts.
My favorites are with a cat face and purple on the 4th of July.

Hehehe. I like to read other people's "free think" but if I do it, I can assure you it'll be something very bad, disturbing, or outrageous. I've saved all free thinking sessions of the author who made the story you're speaking about. I enjoy reading other people's thoughts.