I change my mind constantly. My thoughts are sporadic. I'm too sarcastic. I'm a music snob. I recently changed my major to Psychology. Over the years I've changed it so many times that I've lost count. This world is a dismal place, and somehow I still feel a little optimistic.
I would say something disagreeable. You would like at me, slightly annoyed, and then you would say I was wrong. You would proceed to argue your point, while I myself begin to argue back. All of this to a backdrop of gentle animals.