Curse False-hand-holding Boys!

It's Unfair How The Kids Who Are Starving For Attention Tended To Be So Annoying That People Had No Inclination To Give It To Them.

Hello Toes," I Say. They're Good Toes. I Like That They're Long And Slender And Not The Slightest Bit Stubby. I Wiggle Them, Ten Unstubby Waves That Say, "and Hello To You, Human Host!" Except They're Toes. I'm Talking To My Toes. Maybe I'm Not Bored... Maybe I'm Lonely?

Three Hot Chicks For Three Hot Chicks." "they're Not Chicks! They're Ducks!

Even So, I Was Proud Of Myself For Taking Action At All. I Didn't Hide Or Run Away Or Pretend The Ugliness Didn't Happen. I Stood Up And Said Something That Was True. I Said It Out Loud, And By Doing So, I Was Standing Up For Lots Of People, Not Just Me.

I Did A Lot Of Research On A Couple Different Things. One Was, How Do People Handle Hating Themselves And Hating Others? And Hatred Is A Secondary Emotion, I Think; It Always Springs From Something Else ... Usually Fear, That's Probably What It Is. So I Looked A Lot At That.