Why Is It ...

… that I often feel the stupidity of a Tweet is only exceeded by the stupidity of someone thinking it was a smart thing to Tweet?

… that when I learned that the average American drops about 80-90 cuss words a day, or about 5 per hour, I learned that I am above average in something?

… that some people visit my past more often than I do? Don’t they know that I sold the building and don’t live there anymore?

… that people don’t get it that my first language is talking sh*t?

… that every time I use self-checkout line the person in front of me has never used self-checkout, or touchscreens or money before?

… that I wasn’t so much born to hustle and grind, but to dilly and dally.

… that Mozart could write his first symphony at age seven, but I, as an adult, have to rehearse what I’m going to say at the drive-thru?

… that I want to be cuddled and yet I also want to be left the Hell alone? I mean, is being crazy this hard to understand?