(a funny hat!)

I wish I didn't always have to come up with some grandiose reason for why I don't like things, in stories anyway. It is kind of pompous, isn't it. But I don't know how to stop. Is there some sort of Metaholics Anonymous group out there or something?

If anything, the reason I don't like things is usually some sort of gut-level "ick" reaction, and then I go back and try to rationalize it and decide it must be because of -this-. And then all's right with the world 'cause I've figured out the source of my literary angst, which is just... sad.

( I think I've got what people used to call the `running at the mouth' problem -.- )

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EDIT#3 - does this amuse me -way- too much? why yes, yes it does.