A long time ago, when the land was still young and unspoiled by the technological mishaps of humanity, there was a peaceful little meadow in which the most adorable little bunny resided. He nibbled on grass, defecated little pellets into small piles, and flicked his ears in the most precious manner. Then one day a developing native got hungry and drove a spear through the top of the adorable little bunny’s skull. His eyes fell out, leaving trails of blood and other internal juices in the grass while his back legs flailed helplessly at nothing. He was then roasted, and put in the most wonderful stew.
So I've just begun to speculate my own personal "oddities," and have become aware that a lot of my "quirky feelings," are a huge misunderstanding with everyone. I would like to address this problem now.
When I say I "think," something, I mean it has been through a process and evaluated and approved to be considered a thought.
When I say I have a "quirky feeling," about any-fucking-thing, it means I have a quirky feeling about any-fucking-thing and have yet gone through the process of sorting that into a feeling.
I do not know how to make that any clearer. I apologize that I need a little bit of re-boot time, but I am only moving as fast as my-fucking-ME will allow me.
I can, however, offer some advice in the mean time;
Recently my dog decided to learn to "wait." He's very good waiting, and he does so with the utmost enthusiasm. And since he has decided that "waiting when asked to," wasn't soo bad, he started getting a lot more praise, and a decent increase in treats.
