An insult angers me. Being ignored crushes me.
Scepticism is always a back road leading to some credo or other.
The New York action painters want their pictures to jump off the walls and chase you down the street.
Boredom turns to panic if my beloved leaves before the usual time.
As a child I was middle-aged and cautious compared to my impulsive father.
If I want my time wasted, I'll waste it myself.