My Name is Andey. And I am Biased.

So for those of you who haven't heard about my romantic fiasco yesterday, the readers digest version goes like this:

There was an uproar on Facebook and I was astonished by all of the support I gained on my frustration. People love to have a cause. That was my cause for the day, and nothing made me happier than people joining my cause! (For those of you who would like to join, I'm calling it the Revolt Against the Idiots of the 21st Century. Join me. I'm known to bake delicious free food for all of the members!)

So, I was telling a friend about all of this (because when I am pissed off about something, everyone is going to hear about the injustice of it all!) and he started telling me that everyone has a bit of a biased nature; sometimes without even meaning to. Of course, he is that person who is always right. No sarcasm here. He is always right. For privacy's sake, I'll refer to him as "Mr. Right" (minus the romantic connotation). 

So, I must acknowledge that this is true. Because Mr. Right is always... Well, right. However, I could not think of what I was biased against... So I set out on a mission. While I walked to my class, I was going to figure out what made me biased. At UT there are a lot of very good looking men of every race, religion, eye color, major, etc. I admired God's lovely work, searching for what made me the biased person I complained so heavily about.

Then it hit me.

I don't like round heads. Specifically heads that are spheres. I am biased against sphere heads. I know people with spherical heads are born with them, but I am sorry. There are no exceptions here. So... Let me say this: If you have a sphere head, I can't date you. But! Just know that I still respect you as a person. Even though you have a sphere head. You sphere head, you.