Perhaps I should be just tied up in the backyard for a while until I calm down.
Yeah, go keep your victims some company.
Just don't get personal about other posters in a negative way, you can only really get away with that if you have a funny joke to go with it, or else it just falls flat. And slow down on the MBTI/astrology/conspiracy stuff.
I'm especially fond of this quote from Sylvia Plath's journals:
"As for minute joys: as I was saying: do you realize the illicit sensuous delight I get from picking my nose? I always have, ever since I was a child- there are so many subtle variations of sensation. A delicate, pointed-nailed fifth finger can catch under dry scabs and flakes of mucous in the nostril and draw them out to be looked at, crumbled between fingers, and flicked to the floor in minute crusts. Or a heavier, determined forefinger can reach up and smear down-and-out the soft, resilient, elastic greenish-yellow smallish blobs of mucous, roll them around and jelly-like between thumb and fore finger, and spread them on the under surface of a desk or chair where they will harden into organic crusts. How many desks and chairs have I this secretively befouled since childhood? Or sometimes there wil be blood mingled with the mucous: in dry brown scabs, or bright sudden wet red on the finger that scraped too rudely the nasal membranes. God, what a sexual satisfaction! It is absorbing to look with new sudden eyes on the old worn habits: to see a sudden luxurious and pestilential "snot green sea," and shiver with the shock of recognition."
Who knew that there was so much poetry in picking your nose? It's really quite beautiful.
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