It's a wonderful thing when one can snap at someone and know that the person will still be by one's side for the times that lay ahead. Certainly it would be more pleasant if one were capable of not snapping at all, but that, my fair reader, is unrealistic. Anyone can stick around for good cheer and guffaws, it is the ones who are there for the boredom and the tragedies that deserve commendation.

I am, in a way, a tool, one whom always seems to be in the right place at the right time to prevent/delay the utter demise of broken spirits. I do not pretend to be that which I am not. I am put on pedestals and then ripped right off of them. I am worshipped and adored for as long as one is falling; when one finds one's footing I am trampled on. I am reversed: pessimistic up until the point when I should be, optimistic while the floor is caving in. I dream of things that others take for granted: privacy, respect, love, commitment. I continually have more hope for others than they have for themselves. I am a removable backbone, a sounding board of sorts. I persevere through all, but always wind up ostracizing or being ostracized by those I care for.Those who know me feel as though they don't; and those who don't feel as though they do. The ignorance and stupidity of others annoys me to great measures.