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My obsession with.....Reading Conspiracy theories

I'm not a crazy person; this stuff exists.
What is a CONSPIRACY THEORY!!??
It's as easy or rather even easier than it sounds. When an unfortunate event or situation occurs, with a proper reason or not , they are reasons or guesses or theories as to why such an event occurred or why such a thing exists.
So basically made up stories about real things, I already thought you were crazy but now I'm searching for mental asylums. 
Before you think I ran away from a mental asylum, let me tell you the people who write this stuff are GENIUSES.
It sounds like some things have only one explanation, but actually there are million different reasons.
And it's not only on historical events, it is even on problems we face as a generation like....Global warming.
I do write some but I don't think anyone would believe in mine cause they are...well I never tried.
They are interesting to read and it's even more fun to make your own , my personal favorite is the US dollar bill one because....you know it's slightly more believable, even the medical science ones are pretty cool.
You can find conspiracy theories anywhere but you musnt reply to them or openly believe in them .....you could get into SERIOUS trouble.
So stay safe and get obsessed.
Just kidding too much obsession will rot your mind and lead you to insanity. Much like myself.(if you got the Harry Potter reference!😉)
That's all for now 
Cause I'm hungry 
Sorry 
thelazywriter.

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