Hezo Kittie

I rarely have conscious-altering epiphanies. Or at least I'm not conscious of them if and when they do occur.
I wish I did (or was, whichever the case may be).

Maybe my lack of revelatory insight (and subsquently shameful scarcity of social and philosophical musings to bestow upon insight-hungry readers) speaks most loudly about the fact that I'm not as smart, articulate, or observant as I want to think I am.
Probably.
Maybe it also says I'm selfish and out-of-touch with every single person around me.
Definitely.
Maybe, worst of all, but least surprising, I'm out of touch with myself.
I like to think not, but let's be fair, I'd be lying if I said it wasn't true.

Some smart guy once said, "I'm 20 years old what the fuck do I know"
This applies to me moreso than others, because oftentimes, I'm absolutely positive that it doesn't apply to me at all.

Consequently, I have nothing significant to write about, and not only am I totally fucking all right with that, but I prefer it that way.