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.

I guess.

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.