Okay, kiddies, let's gather around for a true story from your King. When I was new to this land, before King Elean died and ceded his throne to me, I met and fell in love with a foreign lass. She had long blonde hair, a hot accent, and a very bad attitude. But I was alone in the land and knew nothing of how disastrous bad attitudes can be. To shrink the story to appropriate blog length, that bad attitude turned into a Banshee's storm of shrieking and wailing when the time came up for her to break up with me. It was funny. I haven't experienced that before or since but she was angry that she was breaking up with me. Like she had no choice in the matter. And that went on for a couple of months. After one of the final yelling bouts, I took a Rubik's cube that she had given me and twisted around and around and around. Until I had no idea how I had mixed it up. It was an apt analogy for the way I felt. Then I vowed that I would not try to get another girl in my life until I figured out how to unknot that cube. So I went three years without any close interaction with women trying to solve that puzzle. And then one day I finally did. I realized that it was me that was knotted up. That I was letting someone else twist and turn me this way and that with their attitudes. But I didn't have to let them do that. I was the one who decided where my colors went and I was responsible for putting them there.
P.S. Leaded B rocks.
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