Superlatives are the best, despite Dan's horrible objections.

I have started to care what people think. This is a problem. I've started to write for other people and act for other people, and in reality, it makes it much worse. Really, I'm a better and more competent person when I am only trying to impress myself. Everyone else shouldn't matter in that way. I've lost my voice, one which used to be fluent and flow freely, and I find myself double checking my word choice constantly. I'm trying to cram too much detail into things that don't matter, and I'm stumbling as I do it. So, I am formally deciding to stop (or at least slow down.) Things will develop naturally as I try a little bit for myself over time. Change isn't overnight.

About those mints we have and consume so voraciously. I like them. I love the wint-o-green. It tastes like a clean and hilly snow-covered field. It's nice. Tastes clean. Kaitlyn gave me a limit of five-per-day. I don't love the pep-o-mint, though; it tastes like a furnace to me. I've never tasted a furnace, but in my ignorant mind, that's what it tastes like. It's a little bitter, too, whereas the wint-o-green is sweet and sugary. Both are a soft chemical white color.

There is a big difference between the two, and one of the worst things in life is a taste-surprise. Other types of surprises are okay, like surprise parties and surprise promotions, but when something doesn't taste like what you've prepared your tongue for, it's not a good surprise. It's horrible-- a travesty, especially when the difference between expectation and reality is so extreme. It's like being punched in the diaphragm when you're expecting a high five or something. Just like that.

On a completely unrelated note:
Dan, you've truly been my mentor because I've ended up just like you.