This story feels like slowly submerging yourself into a beautiful cool pond, with a chill breeze cradling your hair, and as your feet lay upon the soft bottom of the pond, you realize: you've just stepped in shit. You can try to move around (and stir up shit), you can try to ignore it (and be in shit), but at the end of the day, you're now a foot deep into runny watery pile of shit. Why.
This story feels like slowly submerging yourself into a beautiful cool pond, with a chill breeze cradling your hair, and as your feet lay upon the soft bottom of the pond, you realize: you've just stepped in shit. You can try to move around (and stir up shit), you can try to ignore it (and be in shit), but at the end of the day, you're now a foot deep into runny watery pile of shit. Why.