When I was in primary school, I had to step on alternate-coloured bricks each time because if I didn't I would break. Same applied for edges, cracks and lines on floors. You don't step on edges. You don't step on pink tiles. You need to move like a knight would if the floor tile's black-and-white chequered.
Well, I still do.
I was always uneasy with this blog, and guess what? It was because the font was too big. I promptly made them little and illegible, and now I feel complete and whole. My life is sorted now (well it never was, but this makes me feel better. Let me live in the delusion).
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Since we are of the same kind, I totally agree with you and I am confident to tell you I am firm in my belief of the Beauty of small letters and stepping on mono-coloured tiles.
Unfortunately now my life is not sorted even my dreams, which has consequently forced me to jump into the Evil Blackhole aka the Reality.
The "in" has been engulfed by mysterious phagocytes. (-_-|||
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