Jot down the first thing that comes to your mind.
Most people are expecting something profound like family, freedom, or quantum mechanics.
Yeah… for me? It’s pizza! No hesitation, no shame—just hot, cheesy pizza.
I don’t care if we’re talking dreams, daydreams, or surviving a zombie apocalypse—my brain is basically a pepperoni-stuffed Magic 8-Ball, and every answer is some version of “extra cheese, please!”
It’s not that I only think about pizza. I also think about eating pizza. Occasionally I wonder if pizza thinks about me too—you know… when I’m not around. Does it miss me? Does it feel cold and unloved in the fridge?
People say “follow your heart,” and I do—but my heart is mostly following the delivery driver’s little GPS icon on the pizza app. So, it’s my taste buds running the show, with thoughts of round, golden, streaming joy—maybe with stuffed crust, too.
Honestly, I’m kinda thinkin’ that my brain is 98% dough, sauce, and questionable life choices—and yes, I’m deliciously proud of it!
Crock’s Thoughts 