The Great Pretender
I don’t know about you, but with every passing day the more people disappoint me. I started life with a high disappointment default setting, but it’s grown to a point now where I’ve pretty much lost the will to make an effort to interact with people except when absolutely necessary. With few exceptions I am rapidly bored. Being a loner has come naturally. Living on a sailboat is a nifty way of gaining soltude and having a hell of a good time. Is there something wrong with me? Or, is it a sign of lucidity and robust mental health? Buggered if I know.
Well, yes, I agree. With the intentional systematic degradation of our society and culture and the demonization of independent thought, I'm ready to withdraw and go somewhere I can't be found by all the moronic sheep who occupy the world these days.
A bit depressing, but hey, who wants to be a part of society these days when it is 90% full of sheep being led around by the nose by dishonest agenda-driven media funded by those who want a global government they want to run.