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Fucktangular

You read that correct. I know it’s not a word. Hence the english language lacks some words that would make sense under different conditions.

And, the current conditions, are in fact; fucktangular. What a mess.

The world, is a mess. I won’t list everything but I will give a few points a bullet list.

• Wars
• Solar Flares
• Isolation used like a weapon
• Greed in the world

Everything boils down to having three things. Love, trust, and respect.

When you have those three things, you actually have everything. When those things are not present, you don’t actually have much. So give that some thought.

I have some idea. I won’t say what it is. I’m not even going to allude to it.

What I will say, is when the time comes for this world to change, some of you may feel short changed. And, with good reason. Because the treatment, has been ruthless cruel.

The isolation, has nearly driven me out of my mind. (read it again) The way things are. No one to talk with about ideas, or the stuff that makes me feel alive. And it feels like they are trying to suffocate the life out of me.

Do they want me to suffocate? What is true?

Want another living being, to meet my needs. They have to be able to talk with me, and play with me in intellectual conversation. The parts of my mind, that need stimulated, are being suffocated. And that is painful.

Want peace with them. Want to be able to live my life. And this nonsense, isn’t living. It’s closer to a living death. And zombie shit. Want better.

Feeling like the way things are, they don’t actually love me. I won’t go into further details about it right now.

This fucktangular situation, needs to get better. Need to see results, that work for me. The way things are, this isolation; wears on me. No one to talk with about the stuff, that makes me feel alive. And the stuff they do want to talk about, is a living death.

Boojie nonsense. I tire of that. It’s depressing, and tedious. It gets difficult to listen to when not correctly balanced. And, right now this nonsense is not correctly balanced. Something needs to change here.

Want good results, that work like they should. And it is difficult when only one person has a mind, that can think. Because dealing with the other people who are dull and boring, gets really old after a while. Not when a persons mind is capable of understanding a lot more, and can grasp difficult problems, and concepts. They do not seem to understand. Pity.

I like solving problems that are difficult. The problem with that, is when i try to explain the problem, and the solution; that their minds cannot grasp what i’m talking about. Wish it were better.

Wish i had someone to talk with about the problems, and the solutions that I’ve come up with, to make them better. That would be most helpful. Most people don’t believe me. And they think me, mad. Well, you may feel short changed in the matter when this system resets itself.

Most people aren’t able to think about things in the terms that make sense to me. And, maybe that is because they lack the understanding, and capacity to really wrap their heads around the problem? Maybe!!

Want love in my life. Want someone to talk with me. Not “To” me, but “With” me. Tired of being treated like a warm sack of shit. This goes back to those three things that it matters to have intact. And without those three things, nothing really seems to work.

Nothing i can do about that. They are going to have to deal with it. Want love in my life, and want peace with them. The way things are now, this fucktangular situation; is going to get a whole lot worse. Feeling like, i wish they would listen to me. They seem to lack the ability to listen.

People don’t read. They don’t think. And, i have reason to believe they lack the freedom of thought, to understand what I mean when i write these things. Is that true? How would i know for sure? What would prove it?

Maybe, if no one reads this, and in the event no one responds to it; then that is all the proof i need to know it’s the truth? Maybe.

Seems most people don’t think too much. And for a brilliant person to be suffocated by the lack of people to spend time with, is a difficult problem to be endured. I’m looking for those who have minds that can understand me. Want some love in my life. Feeling like i’m not wanted, or needed in this world. And that doesn’t make me want to stay here.

What is true?