If it were for the best, I would be screaming out my exaggerated joy to a world full of people who feel they must always be politically correct to survive in a crucial environment.
If I were to do such a thing the world would simply come to the end of humanity itself, having finally discovered the destruction they have caused to the thinking patterns of the avergae human being.
But then again I would rather fake happiness than be living with my mother at the age of 42.
