Gear, fab, and all the other pimply hyperboles.

My! I've been neglecting my blog for a good, long while now. I really don't know why that is. I suppose since I'm new to it -- well, no, that has nothing to do with it. I suppose the real reason is because I tend to keep things contained in this simple brain of mine. I write and I write and I stray farther away from society. I suppose I like it that way. For instance, I prefer to be on the outside of things. I prefer to ride my bicycle and observe everyone. Some people walk slower than others; some people run. You know...I don't know what the fuck I am getting at. I just think too much. I read The Perks of Being a Wallflower again after several years. It made me cry more than ever this time, because I related more than ever this time. Should I "participate" in life? Or enjoy the perks of being a wallflower? The wallflower sees more from the outside than the participant sees from the inside. The participant is often disappointed, while the wallflower feels nothing of the sort. Apathy vs. severe human emotions. I'd take apathy any day and I suppose that's my problem. And I suppose I must live with it. I also suppose that there is a reason that when I speak inside my head, I speak with a British accent. We can't all be sane, after all.