The Writing On The Wall

I'm reading the writing on the wall.
I'm sick of what it has to say.

Today it says STOP!

Stop your whining, stop your moping, stop your incessant complaining you hopeless little bitch. Can't you see the obvious? Can't you see why you're here?

The thing about being me is that I get awfully tired of hearing what other people are thinking. It would be different if they would talk to me, but they don't. I just hear about it. I want to shake some of them sometimes and scream, "Don't you get it?" Because apparently I do...sometimes.

Ay, there's the rub. I must whine about life more than anyone I know. But I do all my whining here...and I don't let it get me down. The world is full of shitty people, but that's just because they don't know the difference. There's a lot of good hidden around here somewhere, a lot of love, a lot of right. There's something else that we all seem to be missing.

So look, maybe I don't go about any of this in the right way. Maybe I'm not talking to the right people, but for the time being this is getting it done for me. And I can live with that. It doesn't work that way for everybody...so if the world's getting you down, and all you need is someone to listen a little while you're talking. You know where to find me...hell, I'm damn hard to miss.