You can no longer tell if your thinking your own thoughts or everyone else’s. Anything original feels like bread without butter.

The most saucy thing you think of are insults: And mild ones at that. Wonder Bread, McDonald’s, Doritoes. And these are said to the people in the book club who refuse to roundrobin.

And you’re the only one who is reprimanded for: bringing brownies that end up getting smeared on the nice hardwood floors and for being Doritoes.  But most importantly for not taking your shoes off as you entered.

But the worst is you didn’t put your can of Cocal Cola on a coastah. Everyone else is drinking Chardonnay.

And don’t forget you were the one who suggested the book.

The book is called “I Don’t Give a Rat’s Ass.” Which oddly enough about a rat’s ass who someone actually cares about. You make stupid remarks. You like the prose until someone said the prose was purple. You yell back: Your nose is red!

You are banned from the book club. But not banned from books. There is a difference; at least last time you checked.