It's funny really, but I am STILL surprised when blindsided by political arrows. I try, but am not yet adept at playing the game, feigning disinterest while listening avidly, looking concerned while sticking you with my poisonous needle...these are not gifts I've cultivated...nay, I am one who revels in just having learned to say what I mean and mean what I say...I am still excited that when disgruntled I can say "that bothers me" rather than serve your dinner on the pink melmac plate which, by the way, when you eat a baked potato on it, will turn a nasty shade of grayish ick. Oh don't get me wrong, I do enjoy serving a hot spicy cup of hemlock whilst smiling amiably and commenting on the weather...oh from time to time I will take aim and let fly a dainty dart of rhetorical agony stinging and biting until you run away crying...these things don't make me proud...but OH how I long for the utter selfishness, the pure narcissism, the sheer joy of self-love that the Red Queen practices when marching about the garden pointing hither and thither (oh YEAH, used it AGAIN) shouting "off with her head! OFF WITH HER HEAD!!!!!"
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