Parental Discretion Advised

Breasts are in the way.
They have to be worked around to shave under the arms or to see the bathroom scales.  I tire of having to turn sideways to reach stuff on the top shelves.
I cook in small kitchens, I work in small offices, I shop in small aisles, and I can't focus all my energy on the tasks at hand because, even though I'm not all that stacked, I still have to make a conscious effort to keep those babies from running into things.  Or people.
Hugging can be awkward.  If I just wanna give somebody a hug, I just wanna give somebody a hug, so I usually just give somebody a hug.  But then I wonder if I should have side-hugged.  Or maybe I should just lean forward a bit.  Maybe it would be better if I gave more of a loose hug.  But really, when you love somebody, don't you just want to get them as close to your heart as you can?  So you squeeze!
Am I too concerned about this?  Should I be more concerned?
Half the world is trying to avoid touching the chestical area while the other half is trying to cop a feel.  Seriously, people, they're just fat blobs in an undergarment.  (At least, you hope they're in an undergarment.  For the record, mine are in an undergarment.)
I'm not saying I want to be rid of the pair that I sport.  I'm simply stating a fact of life.  Breasts are just in the way.
For those of you who are looking for a Jeremy Renner reference, he won't be making an appearance in this post.  That would be too awkward.