You’ve conditioned me. I act differently now, because of you. Because of the way you are, I have learned to move around you. I have to be careful, I have to sneak by. Before you were here, I moved more freely, spinning where ever I dared. But now, you’ve conditioned me, and the fear grips me.
Because of you, I will never ever be able to use my scroll wheel when over a map of any kind at all, even when it’s just an image of a map.