I'm Getting Tired

And now for a bit of angst.

I'm tired. I'm tired of fighting the system, tired of this endless cycle where I fight, they retaliate. I'm tired of playing against a team I can't win against. In short, I'm pondering finding a miniskirt and some lipgloss and going with the popular girls. I know, I know, you're about to faint.

Trust me, I hate them. But it looks like there's no alternative. I've been alone since fourth grade, when these bloody factions started forming, and I'm tired of it. I'm human, like anyone else. I'm getting lonely, getting tired. I feel ridiculous trying to beat a system that I can never fight against. I'm worn out.

Erik says in Susan Kay that he was never meant to be with people, that he banged his head against the wall for too long. Then he descends under the Opera House, never to see the light of day - or at least society - again. Well, Erik, I don't have an Opera House. I only have one alternative to this, and that's conformity.

When all else fails, turn to Oscar. In "The Importance of Being Earnest," Lady Bracknell says "Don't mock society, Algernon. That's only done by people who can't get into it." Or something to that affect.

I do not want to go with them. But I don't want to stay where I am. I have friends - Max, of course, Mac, Ben, Gabe, Brossy, Diego. . .but you're all boys. Even though most girls give me headaches, I am a girl, and I need female companionship.

Christine: You have me!

Kat: Don't remind me.

Everybody wants a place to rest
Everybody wants to have a home
It makes no difference what the people say
Nobody really wants to be alone. . .

I remain, gentlemen, your faithful and obedient servant,

J.G.