Just back off, will you? I fold. I am out. Temporarily not available. Do you hear me? I am sure your magic tricks work when you are facing a willingly deceivable audience but me personally, I don't believe in magic. Not today. Sorry to disappoint you here. And yes, go ahead, if you can't help but tell me a dozen stories. And weave in as as many heart-rending happy ends as you wish, but please lets not forget that my heart lacks a pair of ears before you waste all your honeysweet fairytales on me. Shush, there is no reason to shout. Calm down. I was fair and told you in advance that your chances of victory were poor today. I warned you, I would deprive you of every single one of my senses if you would force me to. You gesture, I turn blind. You speak, I turn deaf. You flatter me with sweetness, I sacrifice my taste. You smell of persuasion, I donate my sense of scent. You touch me with kid gloves, I throw my tactile perception at you with my gloves off. Today I disregard the consequences for I simply don't want to believe you. Just like that. Today I am a stonewall built from the bricks of my sanity. But as stubborn and stone-cold as I am today, as soft and warm I might be tomorrow. My sanity's mood swings draw a high-frequency sine-curve when you meter it. So, just back off, if you may, and come back tomorrow. And make sure you check my sanity's schedule when you register at the reception, and tell them your name, dear Fantasia.
"Perseverance is a principle that should be commendable in those who have judgment to govern it." ~ Mark Twain
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