When I wish to sulk or otherwise express my objections to a particular state of affairs, this is the stance I unfailingly adopt. By placing (in sooth, loudly flopping) myself bang in the middle of any possible trajectory it is impossible for my dissatisfaction to be ignored. On rare occasions and quite to my amusement, I believe this posture has the delightful effect of giving the impression I have, as they say, bought the farm: this causes a great commotion and more to the point even more attenti0n is drawn to the fact that I am displeased. On the other hand, if I am roundly ignored I will begin to assume grander and far more sensational variations in an attempt to secure whatever thing or outcome I desire, like so:
It has been said that this demonstration of sentiment is the analog to a two-year-old's tantrum, but I should think it perfectly obvious that such a comparison is a grievous injustice by anthropomorphism.
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