Almost…But Not Quite
Throughout my life I have been known as someone who is, and this annoys me to type it, ‘a bit fussy’. It’s rubbish, of course. I am not ‘a bit fussy’! It’s extremely simple and non-confusing: I am actually just an average man who wants things done a certain way. What’s wrong with that? I ask you. Nothing! Nothing at all! A man without his preferences is little more than just legs and arms and torso and head (which is fine if you just want to walk about aimlessly in circles, but of little use if you want to live a thinking / breathing / interesting life). The preferences are what make a man or a woman, in my opinion, and one of my preferences is that things should not be almost burnt.
I don’t have a problem, you see, with things (like toast) which are clearly burnt and proud to be burnt; I don’t even have a problem with things that are accidentally burnt or even burnt in a hurry and cause further problems. But I DO have a problem with things which are ALMOST BURNT and look edible: that stage before which tricks you into eating the whatever it is, and then, in your mouth, hits you where it hurts and turns your face inside out, meaning you not only have to pretend to like it but actually sometimes hurt your face. The result of this is that you spend the rest of the day distrusting everything you eat / see / hear–imagining that it is almost and not quite what it should be. Almost burnt things are the devil incarnate dear reader! They should be eradicated from existence at once. By allowing people to think that this is OK we are infecting further generations with this horrid, nasty, stinking attitude to life.
I was doing some stuff online a few weeks ago and I came across a homepage covering Micrografting. Now I should point out that this is something I have never even ponder before this moment, but upon more exploration, I can’t help but want to try it, and no, not because I am fussy about my appearance…
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