I am one of your typical first world citizens. I got my hobbies, but nothing too special.
I hate cleaning. I find it boring, and a chore. And I hate it even more, when I have to do any amount of cleaning right in the middle of my hobby!
It was a long time ago, and I was in a bar with friends. I got drunk rather quickly. I remember one of my friends saying a bizarre story about people jumping from their balconies. But when someone that was already falling grabbed another that was ready to jump, then they became the same person.
....Anyway. The good part is, that due to this thing, which I remember rather unclearly, I am now able to do my hobby without interruptions for cleaning!
What is the true story behind the narrators' fuzzy thoughts?