Fuck them all.

I think I enjoy the feeling of irritation.  In fact, I know I do.  I search it out, because it spurs me to action.  I’m so lazy.

I’m feeling isolated from my peers again.  I can fool myself for a bit, telling myself I am just another human, that I’m just like them, and that the feelings of isolation are just irrational.  But no matter how long I repeat it to myself, I always realize that I am as isolated as I believed I was.  The simple gift of a higher I.Q. sets me apart from them.  Certainly, there are those who are more intelligent than I, and some who are of the same intelligence as me.  But frankly, there are not many, and I find satisfactory company is hard to come by.

So this so-called “giftedness” has proven to be a curse, more or less.  I have little, or rather, no interest in clothes, make-up, boys…I have no flair for dramatics, I am simple, plain, and unsocialable.  My lack of knowledge in these areas sets me apart from my contemporaries, the teen-aged females.  But what of the males?  They’re company is also usually lacking.  They speak of cars and video games.  Both teen-aged males and females are enamoured with awful music and movies, so called “Hip-Hop” and “Romantic Comedies.”  Cinematic disasters starring rappers.  Horrid reality T.V. starring people who can’t act.  Musical train-wrecks with no rhythm, or even any music.

Honestly, I take little interest in my own daily life.  I figure that day-to-day things don’t matter, they’re trivial.  I don’t care for the drama of human interaction.  I prefer silence.  These things are unacceptable to most.  I am labeled as a “freak” or “loser.”  I don’t even really know what they call me anymore.  It doesn’t matter.

Nothing matters, in the end.