It’s just part of my identity. It’s just a part of who I am.
DC was eating a yummy piece of carrot cake tonight, and I had some. I just ate the cake part and none of the cream cheese frosting. She noticed it and asked why I wasn’t eating the yummy cream cheese frosting. She asked me if I like it and I told her that I do. But I didn’t eat any of it. She told me that I was weird. She was thankful that I had saved her the best part, but remarked that now there was an imbalance in the ratio of cake to yummy frosting.
I’m weird because I didn’t eat the best part of the cake. The end.