Over this period of time, I have realized something: I hate it when people have nothing good to say. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying you have to be cheerful all the time when you're with me, but if you're constantly an analyzer or a pessimist with absolutely nothing good to say, then I'm gonna explode. Or implode. Or spontaneously combust. Or WHATEVER it is that humans do.
For example: I've been giving speeches, and there is invariably someone whose evaluations of my speech are practically only things I did wrong. Judging by the handwriting, I'm pretty sure it's a guy, too. Typical male for you. No wonder I'm never getting married.
Would you like to hear my plans for hermitage? I'm sure you would.
I shall live in Antarctica and write by candlelight every evening. I will keep company with the penguins and howl at the moon, though I'm sure there won't be any wolves to appreciate my gesture. I will dance to music that only I can hear, and I will ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS hate the male species!
And then there's the issue of the guy I used to like. There's this guy who played me like a fool. So I wrote an angry song about him, and voila! my crush is nearly melted away.
All in all, men are sanctimonious jerks.
They all ought to be killed.
Cordially.
Lady Rachel
