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Me: Hear me out. Everything is round. The universe, round. Galaxies, round(ish). Solar systems round.
Brother: ?
Me: stars round. Planets round. There's circles around Planets and in those circles, that's right round moons. And if you skip a few things to a microscopic level you have atoms. Round.
Brother: I'm going to bed.
Me following him up the stairs: why is fire hot?
Eventually my mom told me that I need sleep and my brother told me that I need therapy.
They're probably right.
I also found out that the "paintings" that seemingly don't have brush strokes are pictures printed on canvas and I am not okay.
Stuff like this happens every night.