Back off man... I'm a scientist.
(name the movie)
This is how I feel lately.
I feel like the whole world is trying to smash me... in lots of different ways. Well maybe not smash, just take a chunk off. It hurts. The way getting your thumb pricked at the dr. hurts way more than actually getting your blood drawn from your arm. I need my bits, all of them. They may seem insignificant to you but they mean a whole heck of a lot to me. And I need them. Go get your bits elsewhere. So to the powers that be out there ... leave me the fetch alone or else... well nothing really. I will just have to keep turning the other cheek and keep trying to preserve my bits. I will prevail tattered as I may end up. But if you can help it, try being sweet to me instead... please?