No one can make you feel a certain way. You only feel the way you choose to feel, right?

As Duncan said, "Hey, Winnie-the-Pooh lives in the Hundred Acre Wood, where everyone understands that he is Winnie-the-Pooh and treats him as such. You live in the Real World."

I know I have to. And I know you're thinking I should have learned this by now, because I'm going to be thirty after all. I know.

I'm getting tougher. I am. It still would be so much easier if everyone would just respect everyone else. Unrealistic, but then we'd all be robots, and overpopulate, and smother ourselves.