So I'm no longer allowed to shoulder the burden of entertaining you all. I'll write or I won't, but I refuse to allow what is a small concern to a very limited number of people be blown out of all proportion because of my own sense of self-importance and secret need for martyrdom.
And with that giant imaginary weight lifted from my shoulders, I can give attention to other ridiculous reactions that I have to things.
- Approximate rhyme is disgusting.
- Combining chocolate and peanut butter is an evil plot to ruin my life.
- Someone touching my ears will literally kill me.
- Grown people who use chat or text language on facebook are dead to me.