It's always me, isn't it? I'm not really a very nice person, but for some reason it's always me that they come to with their problems.

Of course, having information to use is one thing. Knowing what it means and how to use it is a different story.

That's why I liked him, I think. Another guy pretending to be human, just like me.

I sighed; as comforting as it may be to some of us, sarcasm, like youth, is wasted on the young.

Another dream. Another long-distance call on my phantom party line. No wonder i had steadfastly refused to have dreams for most of my life. So stupid; such pointless, obvious symbols. Totally uncontrollable anxiety soup, hateful, blatant nonsense.

Have you noticed how difficult it is just to get along in the world? If you're no good at all in your job, people treat you badly and eventually you will be unemployed. And if you're a little better than competent, everyone expects miracles from you, every single time. Like most of life, it's a no-win situation. And if you dare to mention it, no matter how creatively you phrase your complaints, you are shunned as a whiner.

Now I know what it is like to feel like a total idiot.