I call myself 'Cake'--actually, most people do. Even my closest friends. I'm struck with a peculiar dilemma: I want ice cream, yet due to my genetic framework, I'm lactose intolerant. Half the time, I'll eat ice cream and pay the consequences later. Too late. Now I've got three scoops piled on a waffle-cone, and I'm planting myself next to a stranger who is staring at people.
'Whoa, do you always stare at people while you eat?'