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Ever notice how the states of matter are a lot like the progression of a sneeze? Solid as you feel it building up, liquid as it's happening, and gas as you try to discreetly fan away the aftermath.
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I was thinking about states of matter the other day, and it hit me - my cat is a master of all three. Solid when he's napping, liquid when he's sprawled out on the warm laundry, and gas when he silently disappears into another room.
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My cat's fascination with laser pointers is a perfect representation of states of matter. He'll chase that dot around like it's the most elusive solid, then pounce and knock it over like it's turned into a liquid, and finally, he'll sit there, staring at the empty floor, contemplating the existence of the elusive gas.
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You know, states of matter are like the moods of my morning coffee. Solid when I forget to drink it and find it hours later, liquid when I spill it on my shirt, and gas when I realize it's time to make a fresh pot.
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My bank account experiences all the states of matter in one month. Solid after payday, liquid as the bills start rolling in, and gas when I check the balance and wonder where all my money went.
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States of matter perfectly describe my weekend plans. Solid on Friday night when I'm stuck at home, liquid on Saturday when I'm out with friends, and gas on Sunday when I'm avoiding responsibilities like they're the plague.
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I was trying to explain states of matter to my friend the other day, and I realized relationships are a lot like them. Solid when you're committed, liquid when things get a bit messy, and gas when you're in an argument and one of you just needs some space.
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I realized the states of matter apply to my wardrobe too. My closet is a solid block of clothes I never wear, a liquid mess when I'm trying to find something specific, and a gas when I open it and something falls out, creating a cloud of regret.
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Trying to get out of bed on a Monday morning feels like going through all the states of matter. It starts as a solid determination on Sunday night to wake up early, turns into a liquid struggle when the alarm goes off, and finally evaporates into gas as I hit the snooze button for the tenth time.
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