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.