On stuff I already know, I only see what I call drivel on the internet. When I’ve tried it before and they are pushing for such again, it drives me insane. How utterly asinine to keep at a failed recourse. Forget that I haven’t told them, or that I haven’t a single clue on their experiences. If I say no, then so should they. Such is my stubbornness.
NaPoWrimo April 15 prompt, a poem about something you have absolutely no interest in. This isn’t quite the same, I think, as something you’re indifferent to.
Flipped Serendipity 