There are plenty of things that I consider shitty that I keep by my side.

[Perhaps it was hard for a young child to comprehend. He knew better than to release his grip on her, though; he continued to talk. He was doing his best to simplify his speaking, seeing if that would perhaps get the point across.]

I'm not prone to see anyone as infallible or perfect. And respect and worship are two very different things. Anyone appreciated in my eyes would take such words with a grain of salt. Otherwise, they don't know me well enough to deserve my respect.