To get people to take notice of me is, no doubt, a Sisyphean burden. I may not be normal and I may not be extroverted, but I am definitely, wonderfully me. I shall be who I am, and not who others expect me to be. Fuck the puddle and the sexy, racy properties it bestows upon those who see their reflections in it. But people only see that puddle, a shallow and dirty pool of water tainted by the hideous pollution of materialism.
Society is shallow, just like that murky puddle.
Maybe things will change eventually. I can only hope that one day, the people I hate and disrespect will look up from the distracting sludge and see the real me, in reality. . Banned ad server hosts. A Sleeping Giant .