Well, even with my mundane muttering in my ear such things as "LIES! LIES! Lying Liar who LIES!" -- I can certainly understand your point of view, and I am reluctant to believe my mundane, given that she has painted me as some sort of-- erm-- "Jerkass Woobie", in her own mind, and I do consider myself a monster, entirely deserving of whatever awaits me in Hell...