I am an addict. Not the kind who uses a needle, pipe, or flask; but the similarities are still there. I am slave to my own closed minded thought process. A narcissist, self obsessed, self absorbed, overly pretentious, me me me introverted individual who feeds off the ignorance and melancholy of the individuals I refuse to spend my time around. A lonely life is a life well lived; regardless of what the Disney movie messages try to force into children’s minds. Over-thinking and self reflection resonates through these bones, these weary bones, that struggle to carry the body of a man with nothing left to help, save, or give. I am the entity of defeat, but alas, there is still time to transform and change. To what, I’m still unaware of, but to something the preconceived ideas of a “happy” or “content” individual find themselves engulfed in day after day. But what makes them think this way? It seems like clockwork to the observer, that only an engineer of a catalystic mindset can tinker with until he considers himself a master. To them, it’s second nature, but to us; it’s an art form. Perhaps we are the ones who are pondered and studied to them, but the lack of interest in a life deprived of everything but the scraps and trash heaps of pessimism doesn’t seem of interest. It should be needless to say that these observations are doubtful. But the irony, oh the irony! It’s as amusing as it is laughable. They, the extroverts, put themselves above us as well. They believe they are better than the man who sits with a book in his nose day after day, page after page; while the introverts can’t help but wonder why the “social dynamic” is such an important piece to their lives. We each feel like we have it figured out, how to live. Watching one help the other through mental toil is only comedic. The blind following the blind, the misunderstood helping the misunderstood. A mental chess game where the only winning, and losing, play is a stalemate. It is this, that separates or perhaps connects people all over a world wrapped up in its own insanity that there is no time to figure out the answer to a question we as people don’t have the time or patience to ask. Like black to white, we find a way to tolerate each other, and we live on.