So I'm sitting in a restaurant yesterday, enjoying a late breakfast and I overhear
this conversation between a woman and a six-year-old girl. It makes me realize I don't care how most people talk to
kids. Then it occurs to me that I don't like how most adults speak to
one another. Upon contemplating this, I realize it goes deeper than
that: I just don't like how most people think. This either makes me an
elitist, an alien, or a combination of both ... like an alien with a
high opinion of his race. My new name is Zim. Call me Zim.
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