The transforming palate at the boundary of distinction

Half a decade ago, I was exasperated by the predictability of statements made by people I interacted with. In those days, I had to steel myself for the inane dogmatism a common citizen exuded. Circa right-now, I am routinely displeased by questions posed. Most certainly when it is an inquiry given and increasingly those I make. The invasion of a person's thought processes is no longer appealing. In other words, stop asking for prosaic reports. Bare some teeth.