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My voice is hoarse.

My hands are sore from clapping.

I was late for work.

I do not care.

Great Big Sea was awesome.

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rawles has this thing. No, actually, to be more precise, sainfoin_fields has this thing, and rawles spoke of it, but the description Rawles gave is so perfect that IT IS WHAT I GO BY:

sainfoin_fields calls it MIRACLEHATE. It is what happens when you hate a thing SO MUCH that you cannot possibly conceive of hating it more and then yet somehow YOU DO. YOU HATE IT SO MUCH MORE. As if by the power of the WORLD'S MOST TERRIBLE MAGIC or DIVINE INTERVENTION.

I am convinced that everybody possesses within them the capacity for MIRACLEHATE. It is like an allergy, but from one's sensibilities instead of one's immune system. If you are lucky, you may never truly encounter the object of your MIRACLEHATE

Or you can be me, I guess, although I don't recommend it.

( I present the object of my MIRACLEHATE: Masashi Kishimoto )

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Sometimes, you will find yourself faced with something that you just cannot make sense of. That there can be no explanation for. That no amount of mental finagling will rearrange into a pattern that follows logically.

When this happens, you make icons, and make GIPs.

This is that GIP.