"Ah!" I think to myself. "I do not like this thing! I should make this known to OP and my fellow creatures by way of rechos– No, no, I shall not. No, my dear, I shall simply click Silence Post, and as I do, I shall feel a weight drop from my shoulders, and I shall revel in this newfound lightness of being, this wondrous renewing of desire to chost at will! I shall acknowledge my past compulsions and think to myself, "There but for the grace of eggbug go I.""
I think one of the biggest signs looking back on my life to mark my own growth and maturity is really learning that the phrase "pick your battles" goes so much more granular and banal than it seems at first glance. Quote tweeting is the little death, and baby I like being alive wayy too much.
