It was never the principle of the matter that gave me qualms. I never would have agreed if the principles conflicted. It was in the details. The sad, diva-esque, infuriatingly stupid details. Why they had to exist like that, I don't know, crying out that it was their way or the highway, even when they conflicted with other details that had no more right or reason for claiming such a thing. By then it was too late. I had fallen in love. Love is a grand thing, right? But all this bother with trying to spend your life with someone. I could tear out my hair. The choices change the details, the details make demands, the demands cause the choices to change, and it goes on. I want to be there. I want my brain to stop having reason to go on strike to improve labor laws. It will happen. I just have no idea how.