I'm happy to have nothing to do with them. I was unhappy while I was around them.
And I don't care that I'm uncool.
I'm glad my husband sleeps with only me.
And, basically, I don't care. Not so much as you'd notice.
Only that I miss the only one idiot I ever really cared a snap of my unsnappable fingers for. The rest of them are so many shades, that's all they are. I will not be seduced by the coolth. Fucking shades.