Running With Scissors

When I think about my childhood, I sometimes feel an overwhelming urge to go run with scissors. I never did as a child because I was told I was not allowed. The difference between me now and then is I never did so as a child but now I do as an adult, regularly. If you are feeling blue or sad or defeated, for God’s sake, pick up a pair of scissors and go run with them while yelling, “I’m running with scissors!”

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