I agree. It's the GAS/potential gas that begins the chain of events. You described the situation perfectly with your Alien 2 analogy--especially the ripping and crawling part. That is exactly what it feels like.
Why play with explosives? Why light matches with those asparagus spears? I can handle about 3 bites. NOW, I must program myself not to feel guilty...you know how they try to feed us this garbage about vegetables and anti-oxidants and fiber...blah, blah, blah. It's a conspiracy! Ever since childhood...they feed us all this garbage/program us! I haven't had a formed stool in goodness knows how long.
Okay, now...I must do some re-programming/self-hypnosis. I must re-write the lines that we are constantly fed about eating "your fruits and vegetables."
Okay, from now on, I'm on the most constipating diet ever imagined. You've convinced me, Nelly. I'm converted. Why punish myself?
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Aliens! An apt description.
