April showers.

It always seemed ironic that I wanted desperately what was so easily attained by others.  Later in life I learned that appearances mean nothing, but then, it seemed so easy.  What fault of mine was preventing me from being accepted?  From being normal?

I take that back.  Appearances are everything, and we all know it.  That’s what we all experience this dichotomy between who we "really" are the who we act like.  One’s behavior is no indication of their true self, but those behaviors are absolutely necessary to normal social functioning. 

So is insanity just a decision to forgo the act?  To stop the behaviors necessary for normal social interaction?  Or maybe the act just becomes too much work. 

Much like this entry.