A drill instructor once told me I looked like a rock. Now did he mean like some sort of lava rock that isn't all that appealing or a finely polished Kessler diamond? Who knows... He then proceeded to say that he was going to line the entire platoon up in alphabetical order and kick each one of us in the throat. Marine drill instructors, so caring!
Why am I here? Well, like others maybe your and my world will somehow collide and a true match is discovered. Will it happen....who knows but I am an optimist so let's let it roll.