ground control, this is raving idiot, copy?

ground control present, how can we help you, raving idiot?

you can listen to me rave about the greatest thing ever.

ground control is intrigued.

ground control is stupid.

we know.

well then, consider this a stupid transmission, an affirmation of idiocy.

roger, over and out.

is anyone else offended that i am freely allowed to declare myself stupid, or anything for that matter? anyone? hello?

sometimes the idea of human interaction makes me mad. reading random myspace pages just makes it worse. you know, friends of friends of friends of friends, until you finally hit that threshold of the six degrees of separation, and you have no idea why it matters anyways, or what you’re looking for. i’m indisposed towards myself all the time. writing this makes me angry. i’m just one of the idiots, and it’s fitting. crying, pleading, begging for attention, screaming for acceptance while preaching the opposite.

i think i’m bitter because it takes so much damn work just to be myself, which really should be the base of everything else. or maybe the fact that there’s no escape. no escape i find acceptable, anyways. that’s the riddle to solve, but it probably involves transcending space and time. i’m probably just not looking hard enough. but screaming into the abyss doesn’t make it any smaller.