Why Women Scare Me So Much That I Usually Avoid Entering Their Sensory Bubbles:

Tonight, Julie, Hillary and I had just finished watching Finding Nemo and I announced that I would be going to Leroy's. It was roughly 10:30 p.m. The following diologe ensued:

Julie: you keep the weirdest hours
Mungo: ya, I guess I do
Hillary: when do you usually come home?
Julie: at like, 4 a.m.
Mungo: I don't wake you guys up, do I? I don't even open the garage door, I park in the circle
Hillary: no you don't wake ME up
Julie: you don't wake me up either, but i know when you get home
Hillary: me too
Mungo: is it my typing in the middle of the night
Hillary: no, it's just like we can feel the presence of another person in the house
Julie: ya, I don't think you've ever woken me up
Hillary: me either
Mungo: but you're aware of me the second I come in?
Julie: well, ya
Hillary: that's about it

And that, my brothers, is why women scare me so much that I usually avoid entering their sensory bubbles.