I don't fit in...

I've tried.

I'm not talking about the cliched "fitting in" that you're thinking of... and I'm not talking all whiny and shit, either... like, in a "bad" way, or whatever.

I like who I am... it's difficult to be who I am... but I is what I am.

I'm just a different kind... and it doesn't work.

There's a new girl at work... all of the sudden this is what it's like... Chester the Junkie walks around all puffy-chested like his old partner in crime, Douchey... it's ridiculous.

why

All this time later... and I still just cannot get it all out of my system. As much as I want to say, "I just don't get it" - I totally get it... as mind-numbingly ridiculous as it may be.

Why? As complicated as the answer may want to be, it's actually quite simple.

...and it really makes me happy, even if I can't live it.

I was gone for a week... and I came back to... exactly the same thing I left... I would have figured something might have changed, even ever-so-slightly, for the better... but no... the same stupid crap... a bunch of adults acting like fourth graders.

Grr... I hate this fucking place.