Yeah, sure, I am getting stabbed in the head at this very moment. Blood is spurting out in very wavy, spiky lines. The blade's gotta be 5 inches inside my brain by now. But you know, what? I'm not going to stress about it. Just getting all worked up isn't going to solve anything. Gotta turn those lemons into lemon "ade", right? Nah, I think I'll just gently rest my head in my hand and be real chill about this whole thing. Maybe someday, some smart and handsome internet person will put this scene on a sweatshirt.