Have you ever sat there with a load of shit on your platter and you know you have to fix that but instead you just sit there and stare at it for hours on end taking in the stench and wondering why you haven't bothered cleaning it up yet?

And then you start cleaning up a not so shit infested plate and suddenly the scale breaks because you're fucking up the natural order or something.

There was going to be a point to this but then I realized how absurd that sounded so...