And it’s not because I didn’t eat, or whatever I ate was bad.
I’ve always prized knowledge. If something interests me, I strive to find out as much as possible about it, up to the teeniest detail if I can. Ignorance is to me like darkness to most people… terrifying (metaphorically speaking). There is a degree worse than this though. It’s when I am unable to aprehend anything about my point of interest, even though it’s right in fucking-front of me. This rarely happens. In fact, there is only one case where it does happen with disturbing regularity. Unfortunately for me that is also my main purpose in life (yay for irony). It’s like a really stupid game where I have to find a red ball among a big batch of balls, all identical in any aspect save their colour, but to make the game interesting I’m almost (99%) blind. Sounds like jolly good fun eh?
What could this be that I’m speaking of, you may ask? Read the rest of this entry ?

