Self-satisfaction and self-pity are both condemned. What are people permitted to feel about themselves?
Sometimes I dread loneliness more than bores. Other times, the reverse.
Modernized by tin roofs and T-shirts, Third World poverty is no longer picturesque.
Flatter me, but delicately, please, for I am fastidious.
A frog in love would not be enchanted to learn that her beloved had turned into Prince Charming.
Change is upsetting. Repetition is tedious. Three cheers for variation!