WHAT DOES STUPID HAVE IN COMMON WITH STUPID?

What's worse than being full out, down on your knees, is there a doctor in the house sick? Let's see, for one, the act of getting to that stage of sickness. You know, those first few days where you're not entirely sure if you're sneezing because of allergies or if you've inhaled a travelling virus. Is your throat sore because you left the window open a crack last night, or because of that damn pursuing, relentless cold? The common cold is at times, too common. Whereas common commonness allows for a sense of normality and understanding, this uncommon commonness makes me feel abnormal and I don't really understand why. Like, those first couple of days when the sickness seems it's most powerful but also too weak to fully take over your body. What's worse than this duality of bull shit cockamamie? Feeling like this with stupid things happening around you. Example 1. Like responding calmly and with genuine empathy and concern to a potentially seriously shitty situation, but, because of certain variables, thick heads and red anger are unable to do much but antagonize those who need the help most. For someone with such a sharp memory, it's curiously selective at times. One bad thing does not cancel out the other. This isn't pencil and paper math, it's live and let die life. Interest (shitty things) compounds until the hole (your sanity) overflows and seeps back into the ground (your life), which in turn forces you to make a decision. Do you dig a bigger, healthier hole or let the shit contaminate your life and those lives around you? Smells good, doesn't it? Example 2. Like a lot of reading to do for school. Yes, that too. But, not just regular readings about studies, findings, facts and theories, but mid 19th century fictional feminist speeches that are old, boring, sleep inducing and difficult to understand even when most alert. Bang bang! Example 2. Inconsiderate, needy, weirdo, prick neighbours slamming doors repeatedly and without thought for others around them - especially those attached to the same building (yes, we share a wall, plumbing, steps and the same lot) as their own. Big surprise there. How can you see what you're doing to other people when you're too stupid to see what you're doing to yourself and how stupid you look doing it. That would be one stupid looking and obese mirror. I don't care what you're doing (unless it's thoughtless and bothersome, even then I won't say anything) and you care about everything I do (which is insignificant and revealing). Speaking of needy and shall I say stupid (not their fault of course), but lonely dogs whining, crying and barking at trees, parked cars and for their neglectful owners attention do not make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside like dogs should. How is a dog supposed to learn anything when their owners need more training than them, at being human? And they are humans (at least I think). Tell me, how? Do you know? They can't that's how. I know this because I know this now. I've learned some in the last few months. I've been living on the fringes of normality and decency, with no cable, a front row seat by an open window and an unwanted, personally delivered invitation to join in the madness. No. Count me out please. Turn down the Hotel California (for my sake) put down the dogs (for their own sake), get yourself a very cheap but good lawyer(for your own sake), and move the fuck out of town (for every one's sake). Or out of Ontario (for Ontario's sake). Please. I'm feeling a little under the weather here and could use some rest (for fuck's sake).