- You choose to ignore any complaints from said fledglings.
- You do not listen to opinions other than your own.
- You’ve let your fear of solitude push said fledglings away.
- You did not give David a choice as to of whether he would become your fledgling or not.
- When you have a crisis, you simply leave.
- Rather than ever answer my questions personally, you publish the answers in books for the whole world.
- You flaunt your many relationships in said books.
- You are clingy.
- You are possessive.
- You are foolish.
- You become enraged at unfounded and hypocritical notions.
- Your dog makes messes.
- You have little thought to any of your actions.
- You have no concept of thinking before acting.
- You never keep in touch.
- You make me worry.
- You leave me wondering if you have lost your mind or perished somewhere.
- I learn via the publishing of novels that you are not, in fact, dead, but then I truly fear for your sanity when you write of “the miracle of ice cubes.”
Shall I continue?
