Your world is a sand trap open 365.25 days a year.

All hot beverages I consume carry with them an incessant urge to extend my little finger. I drink my iced tea with the spoon between my index and middle fingers. I always use the correct silverware. And I don’t even know why. No one ever taught me these things. I hate etiquette; I try to do it wrong on purpose, if I ever even notice that I’m doing it correctly. This is the life from which I run. In case you're curious.