You were swimming in soup, more like drowning really. Grasping for an edge to cling to, gasping for air to breathe, hoping for a better outcome. In a word, you were desperate.
Too many thoughts. It's a small head, how can there be so many thoughts whipping around in there? It's bigger on the inside, like a TARDIS.
Come to think of it, you could use a doctor. Life spinning out of control through the universe, again like a TARDIS.
Well, yeah, that's a weakness. A known bug, as they say in the software business. A fix is in the works, but first we have to isolate the problem. What is the issue's scope? What triggers it? Diagnosis is harder than it looks.
Sure, that would be the logical solution, but life isn't so simple. It's more like—
Is it, though? Is it really?
Possibly, but we're talking about what is, not what ought to be.
Not really. If it's not actually a crime, there can be no punishment.
Nice metaphor, jackass.
That smacks of insincerity, but what can you do?
No promises. Soup would be good. And a consistent perspective.