The Bitter Transformed Existentialist

You painted me into the corner cupboard.  Of course it was dark, and the saucers blocked your view, even after you took them out and piled them one on top without any sense of size order. It is better to go from large to small but this is never taught as it is not deemed a useful skill in getting ahead.  Algebra might have helped you had this been a serious endeavor, not so much for stacking the small plates, but for calculating the outcome of painting in the dark. That's where I was, for all you cared.
Geometry maybe more applicable, or am I being too kind? Just a simple sense of 1-2-3, or more precisely, what-the-hell. Did the cupboard shelf need painting or were you just obsessing over the lack of visible purpose in your life? I think we all know the answer to that, so why bother with an analysis. The outcome is clear. You painted me into the corner cupboard and there I will remain. Your friend until the next time I creep into your cup when you least expect it.