I walk around thinking, "How can these fucktards manage to remember to breathe, let alone work productively and pay their bills?" It's like "Idiocracy" every day, wherever I go. I get really sick of explaining simple shit to people. I have no one to talk to about the things that really interest me because few people are capable of understanding ideas that are too divergent from their conditioning. It's only the fact that I have a sense of humor that makes it possible for me to fit in with others.
On the other hand, there is such glorious, awe-inspiring beauty in every moment of my life. The simple elegance of everything reveals itself to me. The ideas and visions that fill my hours of attention are like magic. I would never give up the intellect I possess, even though it has made me very lonely.
(BTW, I hope I don't come off as completely full of myself, but it really is a fact that I am in possession of an intellect that greatly exceeds that of nearly everyone I meet. I also probably cling to this idea, and its appeal, more than is healthy. However, when people don't understand you, they think you're not worth understanding, and that shit gets really REALLY old.)
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