Which makes me redeemable.
Like a coupon.
I don't appreciate the ocean.
I tend to sink.
It's not that my mouth won't stop running.
It's that my brain needs to catch up to it.
It's not that I hate people.
Being a pill-popping-drug-abusing-bipolar-two/faced-psychopath eliminates your qualification as "person."
Sometime's having a cold-induced stupor is a good thing.