Stuff like that happens to me a lot. One such example is when I was in the music room at my clubhouse, yesterday. One guy made it very clear that he doesn't think that I'm a very good drummer and he doesn't like my drumming. I finally got up and left. I don't need to deal with that crap. I told him that he can have his jam sessions to himself and that I'll find myself a Kinks tribute band to drum in, to give him a piece of his own medicine. He doesn't realize that the world rests on an axial, not a joint.
Memories of high school, college and the sluts that I worked with at the factory started flooding back to me at once. Memories of making my way as a misfit. The thing is that I'm not changing for the NT world of today, because I really don't want to be like them, because they really do seem like snots.
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The Family Enigma