I know all about it

You know when you're out hanging with some friends and some idiot comes up to you and tries to tell you that you're NOT an African-American if you're not from Africa? Yeah, Exactly. Then, you know when you're hanging out and you make a perfectly warranted, not that big of a deal, kind-of actually necessary if it's all going to work out suggestion and someone freaks out in a really freaky unwarranted way? Also, what about that time when you go to the Christmas doctor and the office is more like a closet and its actually the best appointment you have ever had because, well...ehem...you didn't actually have to go through the appointment. You just skipped right to the end except the Christmas doctor didn't actually have to open your presents? And what about that time when you walk around in the scorching sun in a pair of size 6.5 heel rubber's (when you know you wear a size 7) that are so cute, but turn your foot into a Jurassic Park? And then you buy a scale at the store, and then you get it home and can't figure out which icon stands for the woman and which stands for the man, and then you stand on it and your weight is way lower than what they said at the doctor's office and you seriously ponder whether they've had their scale re-calibrated recently since the healthy eating literature they sent you home with was extremely depressing? And it cost you $40 dollars?

Well, I do.