Some people will still find a way to create a fire with wet logs.

Why after the dust settles, someone has to come by and blow at it, stirring it up into the air again?

Don't let someone keep putting out the flame God keeps re-lighting, we all have a purpose. As a wing to a bird. As wind that goes the destiny over the sea.

To save face, it's better not to ask sex from the ex, but to give everything the axe.

Gain fame, and the paparazzi or media waits and watches for them to slip, just to shame their name.

I often wonder, in a catfight, when one doesn't want to fight, if the other cat calls it a pussy.