I object.

To whom it may concern:
I object. I don't like long car rides without stops for lilac sniffing. I don't like cold, drippy rain. I don't like cemeteries, death, or loss. I don't like cookies made with too much flour and not enough sugar and butter. I don't like knowing something is wrong with a loved one, but being unable to ask about it. I don't like seeing dead animals on the side of the road. I really don't like people who think wildlife is dispensable. I also don't like water towers with their long, spider-like legs. I would prefer turkeys to live in wide-open spaces instead of cooped up in terribly overcrowded barns. I wish people would stop calling me softhearted and start listening to their own heart once in a while. I don't like feeling more out of control everyday. I hate being committed to a cause that will never be resolved, even though there is no earthly reason why it shouldn't. It shouldn't be something to be ashamed of when you find a new friend and talk late into the night. It should not be a sin to hold your beliefs strong, even when your loved ones object. Loved ones should not show scorn for your beliefs, especially when you have not scorned theirs. I wish visiting graves were more about sharing stories of those who can't tell them anymore, rather than a robotic, emotionless set of actions dictated by years of habit.