There's a reason a standard work day is 8 hours. It's exactly the period of time in which you can get both something useful done and still want to live.
"You are trying to make me feel guilty for something that's wholly outside of my control. It won't work. Nice try."
The problem with everything that feels good is that you always have to clean up afterwards.
"Hello, you have reached your local clinic. All our specialists are occupied with the outbreak. If you're not dying, keep up the good work!"
There is no safety measure, however necessary, that won't be almost immediately circumvented out of sheer inconvenience.
"Hey, long time no see! What's up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, select, start?"
Demanding perfect attention from someone bored to tears is as futile as demanding it from someone already struggling to maintain their attention.
"This social video game is great, but can i stake off a chunk of land, put up some NO TRESPASSING signs and never have guests?"
"Your exceptional precautions are, likely, excessive. I'm going along with them solely on the off-chance they are not."
At times, it can be incredibly difficult to choose between the right action and the right inaction.
I've been feeling strangely supportive of This Country's government decisions lately. I'm not sick, am i?
"Hmm. The sky is pitch black, all communications are disrupted and zombies roam the streets. Unpleasant, sure, but hardly the end of the world."
Currently working on genociding the refined, cultured race of microbes who set to build an advanced technological civilization in my middle ear.
Dear driver behind me: Blinding me with your headlights is not going to make me more likely to risk switching lanes. Just so you know.