Alright. I've been wallowing in Maudlin City for some time now and I found cloying sweetness to be ... well, cloying.
Don't get me wrong, being overly sentimental to the point of having your personality reduced to the consistency of an overboiled potato does have its perks. You get to wax lyrical about love and sunshine whilst people indulgently pat your hand and welcome you to to the lane of mediocrity that the general human race inhabits.
I've found that I have become too lenient nowadays that most transgressions have been overlooked and let slipped by me. And that should not be in the first place.
I say, screw it! Yes, the bastard is back! Say hello to the Intransigent, because I'm setting up home.
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