There's only so much that Zoloft can do. I've put most of my little quirks aside, but, look down on me if you will, I still don't like my ankles to touch. I was wearing shorts and sandals at Home Depot the other night, and suddenly I realized, "Ooh, ooh, my ankles might touch!"
I started to swagger a little bit to keep them apart.
I was telling Leah about it, and we spoke simultaneously.
Me: I was walking like John Wayne.
Leah: You were walking like you wet your pants!