I don't like sprinkles either. I prefer my ice cream au natural (like when I sleep

) without any artifice to prop it up...taste wise that is.
Freaking out is okay. It is the joy that inhabits your being trying to get out, that's all. There is an energy inside us that must be used, and if it is not leaning toward the affirmative, then it leans toward the negative.
I freak out all the time. "Where is the dental floss, who removed it from my shaving kit," I rant at the children. "OMG, I can't hear the TV with all that racket," I rant at my wife who is doing the supper dishes

...uh, what else should she be doing. JK...ouch, I said JK!! Anyway, the odd moment of 'AHHHHHHHHHHHH" is alright, if it is then followed by "YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY." Can you say "manic" anyone.
Listen you live in California so you are used to all kinds of crazies dreaming up new-agey stuff, based on old-agey things, which were always hooey, but kind of make sense, because being human means muddling around in your underwear while the neighbours call the police.
Good God, all I wanted to say was that I don't like sprinkles either. However, a chocolate dipped cone always slides down rather well.
Cheers,
Basso