again: menial labor to replace thought is what i'm after. franny packs it in. never been one to particularly share the things which bother/impact me.

why?

partially, it seems rather an affront: being also one for whom others ishues only perturb me on the reflective -omg- level. i don't want to reciprocate and vice versa. yet - it's all dependent on the person. or moment. -mindcollapse-. the road less traveled i suppose. in any case here i go again, raging through the barriers of what must seem plain to the normal. normal to the plain. optix. that -friends- exist. that a plus-que-friend is not necessarily what one might think. that humans are not to be interconfused solely on their existence. confidences aren't so much confiding as unconfining. right?