Which Reminds Me

Whether or not I choose to pity and have compassion on this filthy dirty O-scum, or not, what is that to you? You cannot be me. You cannot make my decisions for me. To be or not to be. I do not know what is better, to a or not to a, to b or not to b, to ab or not to ab. Whatever. Even so, I doubt that I could ever oblige you with an O of mine, because I only have As and Bs in me. An O would be someone else's problem because the math for that just isn't inside me. Sorry if I cannot feel guilty about that but I just think you are too weirdly obsessed about bees.