(Re: the title - yes, I spotted a chance to quote Panic! lyrics 😅)
Why are we, as hooman beans, so reluctant to change our minds?
Do we think there'll be some sort of moral judgement if we do?
Do we think we'll look bad or unintelligent?
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'Today, however, all Venom can discern is what could be considered the cerebral equivalent of static. Everything is fuzzy and the thoughts that are trying to surface keep coming up blurry, with no real impulse behind them.'
'Lestrade looked on, bewildered, as Sherlock began to help himself to the soup.
“You think your life rates lower than a case in John’s eyes?”'