Memes are funny like this: you can read about something, say "Ha ha - that doesn't affect me," and go on your merry way presuming that you have made an end to it.
But a meme is a seed. Once
planted in your brain, it burrows deep. It sprouts in your subconscious, spreading roots, making itself part of you, but leaving you completely unaware that it is doing so.
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Do not think about IHOP |
And then one day, *pop* one of the tendrils breaches the membrane between the subconscious and the conscious - an idea has just occurred to you!
Yesterday, Jane suggested that we stop in at an IHOP.
Huh.
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Coincidence? You decide. |
And amazingly, she ordered the same nutritious lo-calorie stuffed french toast combo breakfast that I enjoyed on my
earlier solo visit.
{cue creepy
Twilight Zone music}

Coincidence
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