Can you think straight when I am snapping my fingers or do you malfunction like a robot with fried batteries? I know a girl like me makes thinking for oneself seem boring. Not only would you rather let me think for you, you can’t help handing the keys to your brain over to me. You shut down like a computer I have spilled my tea on when I start talking to you. Thinking freely is impossible once I begin thinking for you and the transition happens too seamlessly for you to notice that you have lost total control. One glance at me and all you can do is glitch.