I feel like an alien, shipwrecked on some strange planet where the vast majority are cognitively impaired and are sometimes deaf with no predictable rhyme or reason to their herky-jerky non-patterns of spontaneous bouts of hearing and comprehension. I do not hate the natives or bear them ill will, not most of them anyway. Hating them now seems to me like hating a clueless toddler who lights the drapery on fire when he plays with matches. Who could hate him? He knows not of matches. Besides - a lot of the natives are downright sweet. But I have no desire to hang out with those who create spontaneous conflagrations. In stepping out of the fire zone, I realize that I will be alone again. I have decided that that is alright with me and I will just have to find a way to make it work. Since *I* am not cognitively impaired, I will probably figure it out. I may or may not eventually connect with a sane member of my own species who is better off than I, but I have abandoned this hope. Now it is only some distant possibility, but it is no longer a hope and certainly not a requirement. I guess that's just the way the cookie crumbles, you know?
I am disappointed in this video because it bleeps the word FUCK. To make up for that, I will simply say it myself as I do many times per day anyway. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There. That's better. G'night.
