In truth you leveled too much pressure on me:
With this mourning by proxy; These words are not mine.
With all of the pain I have kept inside
While I am the messenger for others.

Each man must mourn in his own way:
Just as grief must be shared,
It must also in the end be a solitary thing.

Add to this list:

• Whenever you see that commercial with the stuff that you dip tarnished silver into and it instantly cleans it, you just have to have it, even though you have—at most— like two things made of silver to clean.

• Wearing pajama bottoms with leather jacket