Last night I had the unfortunate realization that, for all of my apparant oddness, I may not be as unique as I has hoped. I was talking to the friend of a friend and he told me how he liked gay guys, because it meant more women for him. DAMMIT!! That's MY philosophy (which you would know if you've been paying attention) and I had proprietary rights to it! And he STOLE it! If I am stripped of my uniqueness, life will have no meaning and I'll have no choice but to hang myself! Of course, if HE were to run into an accident...
I suppose it was a tad unreasonable for me to assume that ANYTHING I think of, no matter how outlandish, has not been thought of countless times before. After all, there are 5 BILLION of those bleating, sweating, smelly humans out there, with their tiny brains casting about madly in a vain attempt to understand what's really going on. I suppose that it's just natural that one or two would occasionally strike upon true wisdom, but DAMMIT. I've gotten so used to being the weird man out that when someone spontaneously strikes upon the same idea as me, it shakes my entire self-perception. It's a good thing I was pretty drunk at the time, or else it may have driven me over the edge.
I suppose that this all just goes to show something, but I don't know what.
And Valentine's Day still sucks.