The tastiest appetizer, wants wrapped in shoulds. I've feasted. I don't even know what they taste like separately. I haven't wanted anything without thinking that it should be what I want.
But then, I chew on either my desire or beliefs so much that I'm only left with a feeling of obligation or purposeless desire. I hate the taste of wanting something that doesn't seem right or having something that doesn't feel right.
A matter of taste is all this is, look at the others. They never think twice, never. Why must I? Oh right, I think more deeply, I question more. When they like me they note that I'm so deep, I have so many answers. They love the result and hate the process.
With whom shall I proceed to the entré?
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