You suddenly find yourself somewhere and you wonder, how did I get in this room? That happens to me all the time, every day!
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Sometimes I wake up and think, 'How did I get here?'
I walk into rooms and I don't know why I'm there. I'm like, 'Why am I standing in front of the toilet now?'
When I was on my own in a hotel room in Romania, I had the imagination to keep myself occupied.
Sometimes I think back to everything I've been through, and I wonder, 'Man, how the hell did I get here?'
You look in my room and it looks neat enough, but if you dared to look under my bed or in my closet, oh what a mess!
There are a lot of times when I walk into a room and forget why I walked in there. I'm going through some studies right now, and I am going to do a brain scan.
When people ask what I'd like to do next, the answer is usually, 'Something with people in rooms.'
I was a real daydreamer at school, gazing out of the window and losing myself in imaginary worlds.
When you walk into a room, you assess it instantaneously, habitually, before you're even aware of it. I mean, you make sure there's not a hole you're going to fall into, but mostly you're not even aware of what you're thinking.
Once I'm already in my room, I still have to open a door to get into my bed. It's like a giant box. It's like the boy in a bubble.