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You see, there are 3 major things I can't handle very well.

1st is guilt.

2nd is when someone starts shouting/panicking in the car while I'm driving. I would blank out and forget which one is the brake and which one is the accelerator.

And lastly, good sweet quiet good boys.

I absolutely am a failure when it comes to good boys.

To me, good boys are like this scottish fold brat cat Maru. He's deceivingly cute, sure jumping into boxes with his white socks, being overweight and shit but all I can think in my head is; MUST PIJAK.

I don't hate him. I don't think he's disgusting. I like cats, and as far as cats go he's mighty adorable.

I just want to put my foot on his stomach and wiggle it around. I would play with him, absolutely. Then 2 days would pass and all I would want to do is drop him off the 10th floor.

That's how I 'handle' good boys. When they get too close.

And of course, they don't deserve it.

Which brings me to guilt (see above). And once you get me guilty enough, you can make me do basically anything. Things I would never normally do like apologize, swoon, admit defeat etc. People look at me and say 'aww she's in love isn't that adorable!'

Well no idiots, I'm not. I am just very guilty.

sigh.

but hey WHERE'S MY THE CATCHER IN THE RYE?????

"And when I awoke, I was alone
This bird has flown.
So I lit a fire
Isn't it good

Norwegian wood? "

- The Beatles.