Get Me Out of Here

I wonder how it works.

Is nearly everyone else crazy, or am I a complete loon?

I don't say everyone everyone else, because I  have  met some people that I rate to be on the same level as I.  But that doesn't mean a damn thing, does it?

Maybe sanity is a perspective thing.

The people that view me as crazy are generally the ones I view to be crazy - the ones that can't make any sense of me.

Yet somehow the people that I find sane are the ones that almost always make sense of me. 

1001

Wait, what's up with you?

There's something going on. 

Why can't you be someone I can read easily?

Then it wouldn't be very difficult at all.  

Estimated

I want you to know that I'm on to you.

I know exactly what is going on.

I've had it figured out for a while. 

Don't worry, I won't call you on it. 

I won't ruin everything for you. 

I probably should.

I won't. 

I just want there to be no more feuds. 

Give me back what there was before, and I won't take what there is after.

I'm tired of all this hostility.

Coruageous

Courage is an odd thing.

I've found it to happen at either end of fear.

Before there is fear, there is courage - the will to do. "To hell with consequences, why not?"

Then comes fear. Wanting to avoid confrontation. To avoid the possibility of failure. "What if she says no? What happens then?"
"What if it isn't supposed to be me? What if she isn't in to guys?"

At the end of it all there is a final bout of courage. This last courage comes from lack of options. "If I don't do it, I'm a goner."

Lobotomy Pop

I wonder.

I wonder what would happen if one day I woke up with a different personality.

Farewell (I Guess I'll Miss You)

Goodbye Simon Gascoyne.

I'l probably never see you again.

You know, I dreamed that we did the sequel.
The Return Of Inspector Hound.

Puckeridge and Simon were the critics now. It was pretty much the same play.

Denial Twist

I'm sorry.

I don't mean to be mean. Honestly.
I'd like to apologize to everyone I have been mean to. Ever.

I'm just a little evil quick.
A little bit of an asshole opportunist.
Acting never without thinking, a little maybe.
Maybe I'm a horrible person little misguided.

Choose A Path That's Clear

I've done some pretty hard wondering lately.

What if there really is no freewill?
That would mean that there is all the reward but none of the blame. I like all of the reward and none of the blame. On the other side of the coin, it would mean that I'm not really responsible for any of the good things I've done.

I've done more good things than things with reward and blame.

Is that the difference between the people that stand on either side of that line? People that have done good things hope there is a freewill - people that have done things that were rewarding but carry some blame hope against it?

Maybe that makes things make more sense.

Here's the funny thing.

You're the one that put these thoughts in my head - yet your the one that claims I speak nonsense. I'm not choosing to, it's just meant to happen that way!

Karma Police

I've always liked to believe that good things happen to good people.

I suppose this either makes me a bad person or dead wrong.

Whole Wide World

So I was at an international event over the past week or so.
Such a circumstance leads to me being around a lot of people.
A lot of people I do not view to be the most sane.

Suffice to say, I was not having the best of times.

There was a social function. A dinner - a feast - a banquet. Here I met the first sane person I had seen all week.

A girl.

Good looking, funny. Youthful but not overactive. Seemingly intelligent. Witty. Shy, yet outgoing enough to be appealing at first glance.
She was making eyes at me. She mouthed words of some song at me. It was a shit song, but I had a good thing going.
We pretty much hit it off.

Have I mentioned that she was from North Dakota?

A guy like me doesn't ever get a break.