Sorry, I cannot understand the downside of having everyone you come in contact with having a big smile on their face, wanting to cuddle your **** up.
Perhaps this speaks to my own problems, my sense of self-worth. It's no secret that my mom breast-fed me with a straw and only gave me words of encouragement via email.
I think we will just have to agree to disagree. And if disagree gets involved, I am sure you agree that disagree and I will have to agree to agreeing to disagree. Agreed?
And if this woman could drink a magic potion that would make her normal size, I guarantee you she would regret it for the rest of her god damned life.