Not even I am immune to the warm fuzzy feeling that accompanies Christmas Day. Happy holidays everyone! Congratulations on surviving the stress of the days leading up to this joyous holiday. Thank god it only happens once a year.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Mental instability and the stigma associated with it.
Is the stigma associated with mental disorders warranted? It's a question I ask myself often. Approximately half of North America's population has been diagnosed with some form of mental disorder. These disorders range from anxiety, to bipolar disorder, to schizophrenia. It was only after I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder myself that I learned just how many personality disorders exist. In a day and age where nothing is sacred and few topics are taboo, the mention of any sort of mental instability still makes people cringe. Admitting to anyone but your close friends and immediate family that you suffer from schizophrenia essentially means social death. You could be the most likable person in the world, but if the general public finds out that you don't have all your ducks in a row, you are effectively fucked.
A bad stigma is born from three things: ignorance, intolerance, and fear. Are these stigmas ever warranted? There are times when it seems like it. You see paranoid schizophrenics on the street, and if one of your family members or close friends gets diagnosed with it, you can't help but cringe and pray that it's not really happening. The same goes for bipolar disorder, obsessive-compulsive disorder and any number of other mental "illnesses". Some people go so far as to go into a state of denial when such a diagnosis is made so that they can just ignore whatever difficulties the people they claim to love may be experiencing. It never ceases to amaze me how far people will go to avoid dealing with problems. Granted, I can't really blame people in some cases. Many people with bipolar disorder can be verbally or even physically abusive when experiencing mania or depression. People with OCD can be just plain impossible to live with at times. When you meet a person who has been diagnosed with multiple disorders, you can't help but cringe a little.
What a lot of people don't seem to realize is that people with mental "illnesses" are often some of the most brilliant, creative people you'll ever meet. Robin Williams exhibits all the symptoms of bipolar disorder. Albert Einstein showed many symptoms of Asperger's Syndrome. I know of someone who suffers from both bipolar and obsessive compulsive disorder, and not only is he one of the most intelligent people I know, he is without a doubt one of the most likable people I've ever met. I like him a lot better than many of my "stable" aquaintances. It is instances like these that make me question the validity of the general fear of people whose brains are wired differently.
There are two sides to every coin. There is a silver lining behind every cloud. Before you judge someone, I recommend you take a while to get to know him without letting whatever challenges he may have to deal with affect your opinion of him. You may just be pleasantly surprised. Hell, he may end up being your best friend.
A bad stigma is born from three things: ignorance, intolerance, and fear. Are these stigmas ever warranted? There are times when it seems like it. You see paranoid schizophrenics on the street, and if one of your family members or close friends gets diagnosed with it, you can't help but cringe and pray that it's not really happening. The same goes for bipolar disorder, obsessive-compulsive disorder and any number of other mental "illnesses". Some people go so far as to go into a state of denial when such a diagnosis is made so that they can just ignore whatever difficulties the people they claim to love may be experiencing. It never ceases to amaze me how far people will go to avoid dealing with problems. Granted, I can't really blame people in some cases. Many people with bipolar disorder can be verbally or even physically abusive when experiencing mania or depression. People with OCD can be just plain impossible to live with at times. When you meet a person who has been diagnosed with multiple disorders, you can't help but cringe a little.
What a lot of people don't seem to realize is that people with mental "illnesses" are often some of the most brilliant, creative people you'll ever meet. Robin Williams exhibits all the symptoms of bipolar disorder. Albert Einstein showed many symptoms of Asperger's Syndrome. I know of someone who suffers from both bipolar and obsessive compulsive disorder, and not only is he one of the most intelligent people I know, he is without a doubt one of the most likable people I've ever met. I like him a lot better than many of my "stable" aquaintances. It is instances like these that make me question the validity of the general fear of people whose brains are wired differently.
There are two sides to every coin. There is a silver lining behind every cloud. Before you judge someone, I recommend you take a while to get to know him without letting whatever challenges he may have to deal with affect your opinion of him. You may just be pleasantly surprised. Hell, he may end up being your best friend.
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
Lies and head games
...do you really think you're doing anyone any favours by lying?
This morning when I logged on I came across this article. This man's death was completely avoidable. If everyone involved had just been honest from the start, Barret would still be alive. There are few things that piss me off more than stories like this. Regardless of whether or not there is face to face contact, people still develop real feelings for the people they associate with online. Most of the time those feelings are purely platonic, but when an individual develops romantic feelings for someone online, those feelings are every bit as strong as feelings for a person they might know in real life.
I am by no means condoning what Montgomery did, but to some extent I feel sorry for him. He had fallen in love with this woman only to find out that not only was she also involved with someone else, but she wasn't even who she claimed to be. Granted, this guy is obviously as nutty as a fruit-cake, but there are plenty of less extreme cases very similar to this where real people develop real feelings, only to learn that they have been lied to.
The most frustrating thing is, things like this don't just happen on the internet. You get sent on a blind date with what seems to be a charming person, only to find out that all they're after is a roll in the sack or a meal ticket. What people don't seem to realize is that nine times out of ten, when you lie through your teeth to a potential lover, sooner or later the shit hits the fan.
Men: If you are cheating on your wife, sooner or later she WILL find out, she WILL be angry, and if she was a shrewish bitch before, wait 'till you see how she acts when she finds out about your affair.
Women: You play with the hearts of men, sooner or later word is going to get out, the men you're jerking around are going to find out and you are going to end up alone.
Seriously, people. You really think you're such a good liar that your S.O. isn't going to be suspicious when you come home with love-bites on your bottom? Think again!
This morning when I logged on I came across this article. This man's death was completely avoidable. If everyone involved had just been honest from the start, Barret would still be alive. There are few things that piss me off more than stories like this. Regardless of whether or not there is face to face contact, people still develop real feelings for the people they associate with online. Most of the time those feelings are purely platonic, but when an individual develops romantic feelings for someone online, those feelings are every bit as strong as feelings for a person they might know in real life.
I am by no means condoning what Montgomery did, but to some extent I feel sorry for him. He had fallen in love with this woman only to find out that not only was she also involved with someone else, but she wasn't even who she claimed to be. Granted, this guy is obviously as nutty as a fruit-cake, but there are plenty of less extreme cases very similar to this where real people develop real feelings, only to learn that they have been lied to.
The most frustrating thing is, things like this don't just happen on the internet. You get sent on a blind date with what seems to be a charming person, only to find out that all they're after is a roll in the sack or a meal ticket. What people don't seem to realize is that nine times out of ten, when you lie through your teeth to a potential lover, sooner or later the shit hits the fan.
Men: If you are cheating on your wife, sooner or later she WILL find out, she WILL be angry, and if she was a shrewish bitch before, wait 'till you see how she acts when she finds out about your affair.
Women: You play with the hearts of men, sooner or later word is going to get out, the men you're jerking around are going to find out and you are going to end up alone.
Seriously, people. You really think you're such a good liar that your S.O. isn't going to be suspicious when you come home with love-bites on your bottom? Think again!
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Self-agrandization through the humiliation and minimization of others.
Yes, the title is a mouthful. The one I originally had in mind was far less wordy, far more obscene and to put it bluntly, a slander lawsuit waiting to happen. That being said, on with the rant!
What, you might ask, is self aggrandization?
In layman's terms, to self aggrandize is to toot your own horn. This in itself is bad enough. No one likes a cocky bastard. It goes without saying that anyone who does this deserves to have their ass kicked. Anyone who would self aggrandize through the humiliation and minimization of others deserves to have a large man's foot permanently implanted in their rectum. You can thank me for that mental image later. Are there actually people who do this? Hell yes.
Ever meet someone who shamelessly boasts about his or her accomplishments, then compares them to yours? Ever met someone who does this in public, in front of people you both know? If the answer is yes, you have my sympathy. Dealing with people like this has to be one of the most frustrating, aggravating, headache-inducing experiences known to man. And believe me, I know frustrating. I used to work with adolescents.
I think the most exasperating thing about this sort of person is that he or she often deserves pity. It's so easy to hate these people. Nothing is more satisfying than imagining how fun it would be to staple things to an egoist's head. But the sad fact is that people who spend that much time bragging and attention-whoring often do it to hide the fact that they are insecure and angry. I've known of one person like this. She was the victim of a mother who wanted to live vicariously through her child. After a decade of being dragged to every beauty pageant and singing competition within 300 kilometers of home, this poor girl can't go half an hour without finding some way to make sure someone is envious of her. In her attempts to fool people into thinking she is somehow better than them, she has failed to learn a few important life lessons. Most noteably the fact that when she gets out into the real world, it is highly unlikely that people are going to put up with her self-absorbed nature. That's the unfortunate thing about being an asshole. Sooner or later someone's going to point out that fact and you'll end up alone.
What, you might ask, is self aggrandization?
In layman's terms, to self aggrandize is to toot your own horn. This in itself is bad enough. No one likes a cocky bastard. It goes without saying that anyone who does this deserves to have their ass kicked. Anyone who would self aggrandize through the humiliation and minimization of others deserves to have a large man's foot permanently implanted in their rectum. You can thank me for that mental image later. Are there actually people who do this? Hell yes.
Ever meet someone who shamelessly boasts about his or her accomplishments, then compares them to yours? Ever met someone who does this in public, in front of people you both know? If the answer is yes, you have my sympathy. Dealing with people like this has to be one of the most frustrating, aggravating, headache-inducing experiences known to man. And believe me, I know frustrating. I used to work with adolescents.
I think the most exasperating thing about this sort of person is that he or she often deserves pity. It's so easy to hate these people. Nothing is more satisfying than imagining how fun it would be to staple things to an egoist's head. But the sad fact is that people who spend that much time bragging and attention-whoring often do it to hide the fact that they are insecure and angry. I've known of one person like this. She was the victim of a mother who wanted to live vicariously through her child. After a decade of being dragged to every beauty pageant and singing competition within 300 kilometers of home, this poor girl can't go half an hour without finding some way to make sure someone is envious of her. In her attempts to fool people into thinking she is somehow better than them, she has failed to learn a few important life lessons. Most noteably the fact that when she gets out into the real world, it is highly unlikely that people are going to put up with her self-absorbed nature. That's the unfortunate thing about being an asshole. Sooner or later someone's going to point out that fact and you'll end up alone.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Blazing Leaves of Autumn
I walk the streets silently, gusts of wind blowing the colourful fallen leaves around my feet. I've always liked Autumn. As the trees fade and slip into states of suspended animation, they go out with a bang, igniting themselves in brilliant shades of red, yellow and orange. For a few short weeks in October, the forests are ablaze before the more unfriendly elements of Autumn tear the leaves away, leaving the trees bare and lifeless. Before long, the leaves that dance in the wind will fade to an ugly shade of brown, the pleasant crispness in the air will turn to a bitter cold and for the next four months everything will fade to shades of grey.
I have come to appreciate Winter. I suppose at some level I identify with it. The quiet melancholy of the season mirrors my mindset and demeanor. People rarely appreciate the season. They find it unforgiving and unpleasant. They do not see the good qualities. With the melancholy comes a peaceful calm that allows time for reflection. It gives us a chance to look at where we have gone, what we have done, and what we want to do. It gives us time to plan. With the good comes the bad. There are days when the wind blows angrily, each frosty gust like a dagger that can pierce through thick layers of clothing as if they are tissue paper and freeze you down to the bone. There are days when the snow falls so thickly that the world seems to disappear, leaving you alone to wonder if you'll ever see the sun again.
Then suddenly the snow clouds are gone and the frosty bite leaves the air. Slowly the snow melts away and everything begins to wake up. The love songs of birds fill the air as they return with the sun.
As I walk into the park, I see many of the trees are naked, their dark grey branches exposed, remaining still and lifeless despite the fact that the day is windy. Dead brown leaves crunch under my feet and get blown into the near by sewer grate. A frosty gust of wind blows open my jacket and leaves me chilled, a harsh reminder that it won't be long until these dead leaves will be covered in a blanket of ice and snow.
Slipping my hands into my pockets, I look to the west, watching the sun slip down behind the trees, painting the clouds shades of pink, gold and purple. The leaves are not the only things that go out with a bang. As the calmness and melancholy of Winter begins to work its way into my psyche, I smile and wave. I bid farewell to the sun and the blazing leaves of Autumn.
I have come to appreciate Winter. I suppose at some level I identify with it. The quiet melancholy of the season mirrors my mindset and demeanor. People rarely appreciate the season. They find it unforgiving and unpleasant. They do not see the good qualities. With the melancholy comes a peaceful calm that allows time for reflection. It gives us a chance to look at where we have gone, what we have done, and what we want to do. It gives us time to plan. With the good comes the bad. There are days when the wind blows angrily, each frosty gust like a dagger that can pierce through thick layers of clothing as if they are tissue paper and freeze you down to the bone. There are days when the snow falls so thickly that the world seems to disappear, leaving you alone to wonder if you'll ever see the sun again.
Then suddenly the snow clouds are gone and the frosty bite leaves the air. Slowly the snow melts away and everything begins to wake up. The love songs of birds fill the air as they return with the sun.
As I walk into the park, I see many of the trees are naked, their dark grey branches exposed, remaining still and lifeless despite the fact that the day is windy. Dead brown leaves crunch under my feet and get blown into the near by sewer grate. A frosty gust of wind blows open my jacket and leaves me chilled, a harsh reminder that it won't be long until these dead leaves will be covered in a blanket of ice and snow.
Slipping my hands into my pockets, I look to the west, watching the sun slip down behind the trees, painting the clouds shades of pink, gold and purple. The leaves are not the only things that go out with a bang. As the calmness and melancholy of Winter begins to work its way into my psyche, I smile and wave. I bid farewell to the sun and the blazing leaves of Autumn.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
'Till death do us part...
...what's the point if you're both miserable?
There are times when I will be sitting in my favourite chair at Starbucks watching the patrons come in and out, and I will spot an old couple whispering to each other softly over a shared muffin and tall lattes. Through the years of adversity, they persevered and came out of it not hating each other. These couples always make me smile. There are far too few of them.
More often, I see middle-aged couples screaming at each other, any tenderness and affection they felt long gone, replaced by a seething resentment for years wasted and opportunities lost. Sometimes they stay together "for the kids." Sometimes they only stay together because they're both too stubborn to "admit defeat." Sometimes it's a combination of the two, or in some cases bizarre, perverse reasons incomprehensible to anyone who hasn't known the joys of marital bliss.
I have a pair of relatives who fit into that category. My aunt is married to a man who barely qualifies as a human. He spends his days rooted to a broken easy chair while his 600 pound ass continues to expand and his limbs slowly rot from lack of use. This man has made the past 37 years of her life a living hell. The woman says on a regular basis that she hates his guts, and that he drives her crazy. When asked why she has stayed with him, she doesn't even give a straight answer. Maybe years of being a victim has left her believing that if she doesn't have a sad excuse for a husband to complain about, she'll lose what few family ties she has left. Maybe she just feels an obligation to stay with that horse's ass. God knows the man wouldn't survive long without her there. The dumb fucker can't even stand without help. The thing is, my aunt is not a bad woman. She doesn't deserve to spend whatever time she has left stuck with that sentient tumor draining whatever self respect she has left. Life is too short to spend it in misery.
I've seen far less extreme instances where people have ended up just as miserable. Parents who stay together for the sake of their children don't give their kids enough credit. Kids know when their parents are fighting. It doesn't take a lot of cognitive ability to figure out the fact that a pair of people can't stand eachother. Just because you can be civil doesn't mean your distain for your spouse isn't painfully obvious.
What people don't seem to realize is that no one wins in situations like this. My aunt's son is a fine example. 18 years of living with a mildly retarded lunatic and a woman too stubborn to leave him left the poor guy with more issues than National Geographic.
What really saddens me is the fact that by the time marital unions deteriorate so far that there is no love left, there often comes with it a sense of resentment and a desire to make one's partner miserable. When they finally admit it's time for divorce, they're already so mad at eachother that they choose to continue torturing each other through the divorce process rather than trying to make it as quick and painless as possible.
Why does this happen? Why do people choose to keep riding the masochistic marry-go-round that is an unhappy marriage when nothing good will come of it?
Life is short, people. Why make your lives unnecessarily miserable?
There are times when I will be sitting in my favourite chair at Starbucks watching the patrons come in and out, and I will spot an old couple whispering to each other softly over a shared muffin and tall lattes. Through the years of adversity, they persevered and came out of it not hating each other. These couples always make me smile. There are far too few of them.
More often, I see middle-aged couples screaming at each other, any tenderness and affection they felt long gone, replaced by a seething resentment for years wasted and opportunities lost. Sometimes they stay together "for the kids." Sometimes they only stay together because they're both too stubborn to "admit defeat." Sometimes it's a combination of the two, or in some cases bizarre, perverse reasons incomprehensible to anyone who hasn't known the joys of marital bliss.
I have a pair of relatives who fit into that category. My aunt is married to a man who barely qualifies as a human. He spends his days rooted to a broken easy chair while his 600 pound ass continues to expand and his limbs slowly rot from lack of use. This man has made the past 37 years of her life a living hell. The woman says on a regular basis that she hates his guts, and that he drives her crazy. When asked why she has stayed with him, she doesn't even give a straight answer. Maybe years of being a victim has left her believing that if she doesn't have a sad excuse for a husband to complain about, she'll lose what few family ties she has left. Maybe she just feels an obligation to stay with that horse's ass. God knows the man wouldn't survive long without her there. The dumb fucker can't even stand without help. The thing is, my aunt is not a bad woman. She doesn't deserve to spend whatever time she has left stuck with that sentient tumor draining whatever self respect she has left. Life is too short to spend it in misery.
I've seen far less extreme instances where people have ended up just as miserable. Parents who stay together for the sake of their children don't give their kids enough credit. Kids know when their parents are fighting. It doesn't take a lot of cognitive ability to figure out the fact that a pair of people can't stand eachother. Just because you can be civil doesn't mean your distain for your spouse isn't painfully obvious.
What people don't seem to realize is that no one wins in situations like this. My aunt's son is a fine example. 18 years of living with a mildly retarded lunatic and a woman too stubborn to leave him left the poor guy with more issues than National Geographic.
What really saddens me is the fact that by the time marital unions deteriorate so far that there is no love left, there often comes with it a sense of resentment and a desire to make one's partner miserable. When they finally admit it's time for divorce, they're already so mad at eachother that they choose to continue torturing each other through the divorce process rather than trying to make it as quick and painless as possible.
Why does this happen? Why do people choose to keep riding the masochistic marry-go-round that is an unhappy marriage when nothing good will come of it?
Life is short, people. Why make your lives unnecessarily miserable?
Monday, October 01, 2007
What the hell is wrong with women these days?
This post could be on any number of topics, most noteably the issue about women starving and mutilating themselves to keep up with the impossible standard set by the media. I am delighted to inform you that it is not. Don't get me wrong, that is a huge issue. What people don't seem to realize is that you have to deal with a problem at the source when it is still small, otherwise it's damned near impossible to fix the damage that has been done. Besides, there have been more than enough rants and articles about eating disorders and plastic surgery. I'm taking a slightly different route.
Has anyone else ever noticed that many girls seem to feel the need to play dumb in the presence of men? It seems that every time I leave the house, I encounter at least one girl who clearly has the potential to be a smart, sensible individual acting like a moron just because there's a possibility of getting fucked.
Is this some sort of leftover behaviour from back when women were considered property? Do girls still believe that they have to pretend to be cretins in order to get any attention from the opposite sex? Maybe there is some kernel of truth to this belief. It seems like the sexy bimbo is always the one who ends up with men eating out of the palm of her hand. But honestly, is a bit of affection really worth more than respect? Call me crazy, but I would choose to live my life alone with the respect I deserve before I would roll over and beg for a roll in the sack with some dude who can't count past ten without taking off his shoes.
A few girls I know seem to think that pretending to be an idiot is cute. For those who might be reading this, allow me to clarify a few things for you: IT'S NOT CUTE, AND IT'S NOT FUNNY! For any other females who have the misfortune to experience this nauseating display, it's annoying as hell. Any males who see you act like this will at best tag you as an easy lay. Pull your head of your ass and take a good, long look at yourself. If you don't see an error to your ways, you deserve the inevitable shitty treatment you have coming to you.
Has anyone else ever noticed that many girls seem to feel the need to play dumb in the presence of men? It seems that every time I leave the house, I encounter at least one girl who clearly has the potential to be a smart, sensible individual acting like a moron just because there's a possibility of getting fucked.
Is this some sort of leftover behaviour from back when women were considered property? Do girls still believe that they have to pretend to be cretins in order to get any attention from the opposite sex? Maybe there is some kernel of truth to this belief. It seems like the sexy bimbo is always the one who ends up with men eating out of the palm of her hand. But honestly, is a bit of affection really worth more than respect? Call me crazy, but I would choose to live my life alone with the respect I deserve before I would roll over and beg for a roll in the sack with some dude who can't count past ten without taking off his shoes.
A few girls I know seem to think that pretending to be an idiot is cute. For those who might be reading this, allow me to clarify a few things for you: IT'S NOT CUTE, AND IT'S NOT FUNNY! For any other females who have the misfortune to experience this nauseating display, it's annoying as hell. Any males who see you act like this will at best tag you as an easy lay. Pull your head of your ass and take a good, long look at yourself. If you don't see an error to your ways, you deserve the inevitable shitty treatment you have coming to you.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
The Power of Words
Occasionally, while I am performing routine tasks on autopilot, I find myself pondering about the strangest things. People, human condition, the state of humanity...people-related things, essentially.
While I was taking a shower (no need to think too deeply about that oh-so-charming mental image), I started pondering. I am a quiet person, usually. Unless I happen to get involved in a converation that has something to do with a subject I am passionate about, or I am feeling particularly sociable, what few things I say are short and to the point. This can lead to conflict between myself and those I live with, as both people are talkative and energetic. One of them has learned that when I respond to questions with grunts and monosyllables, it's unwise to engage me in conversation. The other hasn't lived with me for far as long, thus she has yet to learn that little fact. This has led to some unfortunate situations where she has wandered up to my room chattering away, and I have ended up asking her with all the elloquence I can muster (usually not very much) to shut up. I always end up feeling terrible about it afterward. That's what got me thinking tonight.
Words are powerful things. With one word, you can make a man feel like the king of the world. Conversely, with that same word spoken in a different tone you can wound him so deeply he never really recovers. Words are a gift, allowing us to express ourselves the way no other species can. As I coast along, observing the general populace from the outside looking in, I see more and more that people seem to have forgotten the value of such an amazing gift. People toss around words as if they're nothing. Words that used to carry so much weight, so much meaning, are used as if they have no value. People say "I love you" on the first date in an attempt to get laid, and the person who does the laying doesn't think twice about it when their "lover" never calls them again. People will chatter away, but never say anything at all. Nothing they say has any real meaning, no real weight. It's all just inane babble.
Every once in a while, I'll meet a truly brilliant person. They're easy to identify. They're quiet, wistful, often lost in thought, but when they try to say something, it comes out as little more than a mumble. This is a great injustice...the people who really have something to say, the ones who think about something other than how long it's been since they've gotten laid/drunk/stoned/arrested, are stiffled by the masses. I have a message for all the people out there who want to speak, but feel that they can't:
When you feel the compulsion to speak, do it clearly, calmly, and loudly. If your words go unawknowledged, keep saying them until they're heard.
While I was taking a shower (no need to think too deeply about that oh-so-charming mental image), I started pondering. I am a quiet person, usually. Unless I happen to get involved in a converation that has something to do with a subject I am passionate about, or I am feeling particularly sociable, what few things I say are short and to the point. This can lead to conflict between myself and those I live with, as both people are talkative and energetic. One of them has learned that when I respond to questions with grunts and monosyllables, it's unwise to engage me in conversation. The other hasn't lived with me for far as long, thus she has yet to learn that little fact. This has led to some unfortunate situations where she has wandered up to my room chattering away, and I have ended up asking her with all the elloquence I can muster (usually not very much) to shut up. I always end up feeling terrible about it afterward. That's what got me thinking tonight.
Words are powerful things. With one word, you can make a man feel like the king of the world. Conversely, with that same word spoken in a different tone you can wound him so deeply he never really recovers. Words are a gift, allowing us to express ourselves the way no other species can. As I coast along, observing the general populace from the outside looking in, I see more and more that people seem to have forgotten the value of such an amazing gift. People toss around words as if they're nothing. Words that used to carry so much weight, so much meaning, are used as if they have no value. People say "I love you" on the first date in an attempt to get laid, and the person who does the laying doesn't think twice about it when their "lover" never calls them again. People will chatter away, but never say anything at all. Nothing they say has any real meaning, no real weight. It's all just inane babble.
Every once in a while, I'll meet a truly brilliant person. They're easy to identify. They're quiet, wistful, often lost in thought, but when they try to say something, it comes out as little more than a mumble. This is a great injustice...the people who really have something to say, the ones who think about something other than how long it's been since they've gotten laid/drunk/stoned/arrested, are stiffled by the masses. I have a message for all the people out there who want to speak, but feel that they can't:
When you feel the compulsion to speak, do it clearly, calmly, and loudly. If your words go unawknowledged, keep saying them until they're heard.
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