Huh. I, on the other hand, have weirdly intrusive thoughts with smaller blades, like a kitchen blender or an uncovered fan, but a helicopter doesn't faze me. Although can't say I've ever been in one, but I've been very close by.

Anyway when blending shit I sometimes have intrusive thoughts. I don't think I'd have a garbage disposal like I see in the movies. They're probably not even allowed here in Finland, and my laziness would want one, but my accident-prone-ass knows I probably shouldn't get one even if I could.

I once bought a mandolin for my kitchen. Here's Jeremy Clarkson demonstrating what happens to everyone who buys their first mandolin without having read the stories.