Ugh.
How does one put into words, an idea that has all but no clarity? The whiff of a fart of an idea. That tug, right in the back of my (your?) head, trying to tell you... Something.
What?!
What...? I dunno. Like I said: Fart of an idea. Stinky and transient. Pretty sure it has something to do with the constant struggle to "relate." I try, believe me, I try. That in itself is something special (for me), no doubt.
However, I guess I wonder if anyone is trying to relate to me...?
(SELFISH! STUPID! ASS!)
Not that I'm looking for that. But I am.
(SELF-INTERESTED ASS!)
Not that I'd know what to do with it if I had it, and that's not to say I don't get it, from time to time; but I guess, I don't know what to do with it. Or something. Shit, I know I sound like a jerk, but I'm not sure how else to put it: I just don't relate to 95% percent of humanity. That goes for you. Sorry.
(MISANTHROPIC JERK!)
Damn straight.
(Yes, I realize the title of this is wonky. I think I just like the sound of "alternating" people.)
