Did I Ever Tell You About The Time...

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You know those conversations you have with people where they start telling you something they have already told you, possibly even for the millionth time, but you don't stop them because 1) it might hurt their feelings or 2) it would take more time to explain than you would save by stopping them. This is actually every conversation I have with my father. Anyway, today I was at work and one of my co-workers was telling me this story about how he used to play pranks on co-workers by getting their computers to moo randomly. He had already told me the story once, almost word for word, but I decided to let him tell the story, because he was obviously enjoying the telling. As I was listening to the story I thought to myself: self, after he tells this story he is going to tell that other story about his friend who broke into the secure computing facility as a practical joke. Sure enough that is exactly what he did. Here is the fucked up part of this story: I interjected with my own story about how I used to play pranks on my co-workers by getting their computers to make random sounds (my favorite was to simulate a phone ringing) using a different hack than the one that my co-worker had mentioned. What is fucked up is that that was the exact same story I interjected his story with the last time that he told his story, and that I knew that I had already told him the story in the exact same conversation, and yet I did it again anyways. I suppose humans are fairly deterministic, especially when, as with myself, they are determined not to be.