You can't even comprehend what I mean nor can you comprehend why I told you to stop thinking about it.
I'm being nice to you because you're having a bad day. I suggest you straighten up, before I throw my logic into your jumbled mind to straighten you up.
When was I having a bad day? You're the one that seems to be mad.
Now, if you're logic is so beyond my little brain, then explain what you meant by "Stop thinking about it."