What if you really got into a new band's music; feeling that it was inspirational, clever, and great to listen to both on road trips and pleasant weekend afternoons, and then you found out that the members of the band were your childhood bully, two of the teachers you hated the most during school, an ex with whom you had had a really bad breakup, someone that owes you money and refuses to pay it back, and the person who you interviewed with for a job you really wanted and didn't get?
If you couldn't swim, would you rather have to eat only popsicles for the rest of your life, or pose as a body double for Jackie Chan in a serious drama without any martial arts in it but have to pay $40.00 a day to do so.
Who would make a better lumberjack: Pop Star George Michael, or a 1974 Ford Pinto with a full tank of gas? What if it were a Pinto Station Wagon? Would the wood decals on the side be scary to the trees? What if George Michael had really big teeth?
Would it be a dealbreaker if you were about to get married to someone and they revealed that they like to put glass marbles in their butt just before pooping because they feel spiritually fulfilled by the sound they make afterwards?