IT SOUNDS LIKE I'M MAD, BUT I'M ACTUALLY QUITE THRILLED TO BE HERE.

There are some things that are happening around me (very close, in fact), where some people don't like other people (quite a bit, may I add) for a variety of different reasons. I don't know the whole deal and don't want to, either. That's just how I roll. The less I know about anything, including that which I could not care less about - the better I sleep at night (if I even sleep at all). In this case I'm not in the least bit involved, but somehow I am. You can't make the uninvolved and apathetic chose sides. One side doesn't like me because I am friends with the other side. Hmmm. Okay. That makes sense. If you're an inconsiderate, ignorant, illiterate, incest-bred, overweight and three-quarters retarded blind monkey - with no arms and one gimp leg. That's like being mad at food because it makes you fat. Or drive thru's because they're so damn convenient. I'm doing my darnedest to avoid the 'situation' but it's hard when you're sitting on your porch and the 'situation' comes hobbling across the street, up the front yard and scowls at you before entering the same building you share with them. Now, I'm a nice guy and most people like me (I think anyhow) or at the very least find me mostly tolerable, so... what's the deal with the 'situation?' You ignore me and treat me like shit b/c you're so fucking stupid to realise that I'm just living here, in the world, dealing with my own problems, trying to get by, in the same shitty apartment, on the same shitty street, in the same shitty town - just like you? Grow the fuck up or move out or kill yourself. I don't care which you do, just pick one. Quick, 'cause the summer's almost over. In the end I get what I always wanted in the first place, albeit with a little more paranoia, fear and unwarranted guilt attached to it. Leave me the fuck alone like I wanted you to in the first place. The SITUATION (in bold b/c it's large both figuratively and literally) is under control. For now, until I move somewhere else and meet some more idiots, who only want to be my friend so they can use it against me. Remember this - there will probably be at least ten more of me to pass on through here, so, if you can, try to be nice to them. Or just leave them alone.