i do think we need to start treating spraying harmless “weeds” in your lawn as utterly absurd princess and the pea level of obsession with needing the world to revolve around your every whim, like.
Okay a flower grew out of the ground outside and you can’t cope with it. Do you need to sleep on thirty feather beds as well
in my meeting with one of the people who is over grounds on my college campus i was told that when the college stopped spraying weeds, they would actually get calls from people. complaining about the dandelions
and I was sitting here like okay this is why I shouldn’t be in a public facing job because i would be the rudest motherfucker imaginable about that.
what, are you some kind of spoiled child monarch who drinks out of a golden sippy cup? Do you have a retinue of servants at home to dispose of anything and everything that you might arbitrarily dislike? have you considered leading a life where you might encounter something that could be described as a real problem? do you call the weatherman to complain when it rains?