I want to thank you for not understanding me. Whew, that was close. If you got me then I would feel quite pedestrian because I would fit into that narrow space between your big ears. Yes, the place where your cherry tomato sized brain resides. I suppose I got away just in time or I might have ended up discussing American Idol or some other equally horrific television show after dinner every night. You see I won’t fit into your narrow classification system, the one you adopted from quizzes in women’s magazines. I transcend your bullshit dear…