matches

 I don't get along with lighters. 

I don't know what it is; if it's like self-checkouts which hated me for so long but now will stand me, or if I'm just never allowed to use lighters ever, but right now my candle sitting on my desktop's tower was lit by the little box of matches that lies next to it. Matches are not ideal, because I suck at matches, too; for every one that lights, I have three that I have to chuck. I can at least get some fire from them, though; I might need to stop at the M&H when I walk down to put our two electric bills (bleh on a moving month, right?) in the post office box, because all I have is this little book and I've wasted so many matches already. 

But I think it matches what I've got going on. It makes sense for matches to be the only thing I can start fires with, because why the fuck would something that makes your life easier and with less waste be something my person would be good at?