You're Driving Me Normal!

Stop The Nurse Like The Monkey.

Whatever Made Me The Way I Am Left Me Hollow, Empty Inside, Unable To Feel. It Doesn't Seem Like A Big Deal. I'm Quite Sure Most People Fake An Awful Lot Of Everyday Human Contact. I Just Fake It All. I Fake It Very Well, And The Feelings Are Never There.

I Waved To Everybody. Some Of Them Even Waved Back. They Knew Me, Had Seen Me Go By Before, Always Cheerful, A Big Hello For Everybody. He Was Such A Nice Man. Very Friendly. I Can’t Believe He Did Those Horrible Things . . .

First Things First Has Always Been My Motto, Mostly Because It Makes Absolutely No Sense - After All, If First Things Were Second Or Third, They Wouldn't Be First Things, Would They? Still, Cliches Exist To Comfort The Feeble Minded, Not To Provide Any Actual Meaning.

Have You Noticed How Difficult It Is Just To Get Along In The World? If You're No Good At All In Your Job, People Treat You Badly And Eventually You Will Be Unemployed. And If You're A Little Better Than Competent, Everyone Expects Miracles From You, Every Single Time. Like Most Of Life, It's A No-win Situation. And If You Dare To Mention It, No Matter How Creatively You Phrase Your Complaints, You Are Shunned As A Whiner.