In, out, undecided, questioning, none of you are special, you don't get a special flag, your own alphabet group and/ or I will not hold your hand while you skip through a field of sunflowers while Garth (wearing a trench coat, a yellow banana hammock and fish nets) blasts out the worst of Hootie and the Blow fish on a boom box held over his head. I most likely still hate you and I will have you put up against the wall and will have you shot when I take over.
Wasn't sure if this was the 'complete this sentence' game? [I might be out] but I might be home. So try knocking either way.
It's like a bunch of self-entitled cats around here. In, Out, Maybe. Just make up your darn mind already! And act on your choice. And BTW: We don't care.
I have an interesting proposition. If someone declares "out" (beeb out, not closet out) everyone can put the individual on ignore. Reentry would be a frustrating option and potentially entertaining.