It Occurs To Me

That I may be perceived by my peers as being one --or both-- of the neurotic single friends of smug married Uber-Couple Michael and Hope Steadman on Thirtysomething. You remember Ellyn and Melanie, the "crazy makers" whom the Steadmans always rolled their eyes about as they had ad nauseam hearts-to-hearts like this behind the white picket fence:




And they found Ellyn and Melanie annoying? Please. Michael and Hope are the blecchy blecchy doo doo ones.