Hates it when natural tendency to speak in 3rd person is absconded and standardized by new technology such as Facebook.
Don't you just hate it when you find yourself in the middle of a desert of the mind? Not a nice chocolate sunday/sundae, mind all, but a dry, sand-blown area of heat and absence of thought that scorching and/or blinding causes pain.
Hateful. Second person. Interrogative case.
First person emerging: I, Claudius, do take this opportunity to go forth and forge an empire.
Never mind that the sewers stink. Never mind that the weather or natural crime waves have caused this night to be silent of police sirens, saving up malfeasance and retribution for later. Never mind that half the friends I've have had have moved on to become themselves outside of my first, second, 20th impressions.
It's all quite made-up anyway. This incongruous over-coupling. Trying. To. Understand.