Terrible Habit
I have a terrible habit. It is of innate predjudice and disdain for those who fall into certain categorires which have made me irritible in the past. These may include but are not limited to the following:
* Bad foodservice at a particular restaurant
* Crappy interactions with the new and obnoxiously bubbly tight-butted girlfriends w.o. significant personality of good friends
* Snotty half assed comments by folks that I meet through random circumstances
* Dating musicians. Particularly drummers (and I’ve dated more than 2 now)
* Addressing particularly bitchy gals with a name that rhymes with PAIN.
* Trying to meld social and work circumstances.
There are, with quite obviousness, some reasonable exceptions to these rules. Exceptions tend to prove the rules.
Still, I wonder if I’m perfunctorially and cruelly biased, as such.
Perhaps I’m better off still swooning over my most recent mini love affair.
Yes, right so. Much better off with that.
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