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Well, that was - unexpected.

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Was tres cool to finally meet skoptzygrrl in the for reals. Much fun was had by all, sitting up half the night and exchanging political diatribes and old adventures of misspent youth. Up with cool people!

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Say that you - have an allergy to strawberries.

You like strawberries.

Strawberries are delicious.

But every time you - eat strawberries, they make you break out in a terrible delibitating rash for upwards of a week after you eat them. It's a painful, itchy rash. You feel disfigured, irritable. You don't want to leave your house because you feel horrid, and feel like you look horrid to everyone else.

Worse, you feel like a complete idiot.

You know about your - allergy. You know how inconvenient the after-effects of ingoring your allergy are. You know that the few moments of strawberry goodness are not in any way worth the days of discomfort, not to mention the head-banging you'll give yourself for being stupid enough to ignore what you already know - it's just not good for you.

I'm not talking about strawberries.

The point is, there are things that I know about myself that I choose to ignore at certain times, because in the seconds consideration I spare just prior to an opportunity - to eat strawberries - assuming I do any rational thinking at all in those moments - I make that completely irrational choice to believe that - this time - it will be different. That I won't have the nasty after-effects. That this time, I won't have to spend days hammering my self-esteem back into recognition. That I won't be reminded of all the things that - strawberries - bring to mind. Of the other - desserts - that I have an equally intolerant system for. The kinds of things that - strawberries - bring to recall and emphasize the absence of.

It's time I realized and made a decision to forgoe further temptations to indulge in - strawberries.

However flattering the offer of unexpected and unsought-after sweet treats may be, it really isn't worth the price.

Not when it takes days and days for the uncomfortable mental/emotional bumps to subside.

It's not anyone else's fault that I have an - allergy.

It is what it is.

As of today, I am from here on out strawberry-free.

_{DISCLAIMER: This is not a Medical PSA. I have no rashes. This has been a pointless exercise in obfuscation for the purposes of mental purging only. Thank you for not alerting the Centers for Disease Control.}

P.S. Special thanks to fysh for YM humor therapy. You da man, boi.