Im Otis now....

Wow I'm not even close to how strong i thought i was...

And i don't mean strong in the physical sense because we all know I'm as strong as something that... isn't very strong.... and apparently not very creative either.

It's just sad how easily simple crap gets to me... most things don't... but there's always that one damned subject that keeps coming up and smacking me until my ego is bruised and not stopping ever, not even giving me the chance to cry uncle. As i quoteth..." Get ready for a whole lot of ugly coming from a never ending parade of stupid." ...I have to be ready for that devilish parade everyday of my life. And the people who could stop it... never ever do.. and since i know them very well, never ever will.

I really hate how much this same thing has been coming up... I'm not one to cry over something i shouldn't care about.. but this discovery just goes back to my first statement...

I guess I'll slip into being Otis the overprotective turtle at my cousins house.... slow and uncaring until WHAM... snap my head up and glare at the world... then return to chewing my cantaloupe...