Is the janitor who cleans our bathrooms on the exact same schedule as me? It freightens me. Is he reading my thoughs? Does he have a tiny nanobot implanted in my bladder?

Also, why must people talk about their dying parents on the phone at work? Loudly? Including how fast the cancer is progressing and how many tumors per breast, etc. On that topic, why are those conversations always the loudest? Is it selective hearing? Do these people want people to know? When I talk to my relatives at work I talk quietly, even when they are telling me they are afraid they have cancer. I wonder if I just thought I was talking quietly, but I was actually screaming at the top of my lungs. It would explain some things…