I have never used the word ruminate to describe any mental activity of mine.
That's a bovine thing to do.
I would never use the word pontificate because there is no pontiff in North America.
And as far as a pope pontificating, that kind of depravity has no place in my life.
I have never seen anyone who is handwriting cross a 7. Over here, it's about the number one as 1 or l.
Predilections, while rare, are something I avoid, getting in the way of being creative.
When you are as patient and cautious as I am, a predilection is less than a whim.
I have never used "uninterested", using uninteresting.
I would see "to fancy ones' onions" as a semi-racist slur on Scottish people.
I've been brought up using onions in almost everything I cook and eat.
In American movies it's "one sandwich short of a picnic".
I'm not going to define what a demanding, with overtures of dominating, attitude of yours I'm seeing here.
That North American slang might cause you too much umbrage.
If you see me as changing the cadence of your font flow, or not obeying your self-presumed thread thought,
that's you, when I'm just happy to add content as another member.
I am always happy to see a more expansive reply that might take me to new places.
You might see the fast fontage of mine as being excessive, when it isn't at all.
I'm taking it easy, not using the English language as defined by other cultural groups,
such as my Mohawk to northern Newfie friends, who could be part Irish and part Inuit.
I don't use words such as darnbanks, frankum, clampers, Colcannon Night, to use a few.
And if I ever got into rock talk that would only seem inflammatory and insinuating.
If you met me in real life you might think I could take steel wool and knit you a bike.
But as we all know, they'll be white blackbirds before a woman ties the knot.
Here, in this forum, you type like you've got a straw up your nose.
Jus'sayin'. The six postings you have here in a row might be a new total for you.
"What better or properer can we call our own, than the riches of our friends?"
Timon of Athens, I, ii, 105-7.
That saying is associated with The Davenant Home at Crown Inn, an auld English establishment.