So, people, please, will someone tell me where and when all of the sudden folks are ordering medium-rare eggs, or medium-well eggs. I implore you people, just order normally. Why is society suddenly, or maybe not to suddenly, so desperate to feel the need for this trivial attention. Because isn't that what it really is. Hey, look at me, I'm unique because I'm ordering my eggs like no other, or I'm asking for lime in my water or ice-tea because I want to be separate from the maddening crowd, even though it kind of tastes like shit, I'm still going to ask for it. LOOK AT ME! I say, if you want to be different than others, than be nice, do random acts of kindness, show someone a little affection if you see that they're down. To me that's the best way of being unlike anyone else. And I say, if you're really that picky, maybe you should make your eggs at home. So there!
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AuthorMary Maurice wrote her first poem when she was in the ninth grade, and hasn't stopped writing since. Catching the fire at an early age, she continues to dedicate her time to the craft. Archives
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