Moses supposes his toeses are Roses,
But Moses supposes Erroneously,
Moses he knowses his toeses aren’t roses,
As Moses supposes his toeses to be!
I guess I learned it the hard way: by never learning at all.
I never got this need I’ve always so desperately urged to feed, this need for words, for talks and a particularly intellectually stimulating exchange with others; I simply thought it to be a human thing.
I guess it’s not only human as it is inherent in any living thing, i.e. any sort of thing/object/animal that is an active part of an environment or a system needs to be in constant exchange.
I finally see that exchange is the stuff of life.
This absolutely unnerving need to discourse about whatever until I’ve exhausted any and every possibility to understand it drives me insane. What is it? This depression I experience every time I feel I’m being under inspired by the lack of interest I so dreadfully despise in others and yet engage in embracing the same attitude fully as if everybody else’s need for exchange was just a laughable attempt to seem smart enough to hang around me…
Oh lord! What was that?
I answer: just another lovely and frustrating day in the land of tinsel.