Ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats.

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I am so viscerally afraid of accidentally texting the chief of police.

Kind of weird, that's all she wrote.

You are in my thoughts and prayers in perpetuity.

Now mind you, I don't even have the chief of police's phone number, and why would I?

Hello, everyone, and welcome back to monologuing. I'm Mads Mitch and I am your host today and always

because, well, quite frankly, this is literally my podcast. So who else is going to host it?

Happy freaking Monday. It is Monday, August 25th, I think. Don't hold me to that. And it is the last

August. It's the last Monday of August. It's the last August of August. And who would have thought it's the last Monday of August it's the last August of August and

who would have thought it's last Monday of August and that um brings me mass amounts of existential

dry if I'm speaking my truth so I'm going to power through this week's episode I'm so excited for

it is a fan favorite it's a classic it's my own personal favorite theme for an episode. Why did I say that?

Moments that we've all experienced of instant visceral regret. I think some of us are just better at

suppressing the memory of those moments than others, myself included. I can't even bring myself to

try and conjure them up because they're so far, they're so far down in the trenches that is my brain. And that is a

coping mechanism. So that is, and that's a beautiful thing, honestly. But these, you know, there's

varying levels of these. It's, it's calling your second great teacher mom, right? It's,

telling the, the waitress at the restaurant that she should enjoy her meal too accidentally.

It's moments like that, but it's also on a much more sinister level.

Sometimes it's things that you should never verbalize to another living human being ever.

And you just kind of accidentally had been tucking that away in the back of your mind.

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