So.

I can't sleep.
At the same time, I really can't think of anything to say that's worth reading. It's a problem that permeates society, though. We've all got the ability to get published (I've got a button for it under this text input box), but we lack the skill to articulate anything meaningful.

Yeah, the internet is a wonderful thing, much like the invention of cordless and cellular phones. It's good that people are more reachable. I think. Cellular phones and the internet seem to be obtusely congruent. What we have is a massive amount of people who want to be the minority. I'm not the first person to say that it's impossible for that to happen.

Why then, upon realizing the sheer impossibility us all acheiving their hopes and dreams, do we try?

Well, because we BELIEVE in ourselves.

"I know I can do it."
"Everyone I know thinks I'm the best at *whatever*"
"I'm the next American Idol!"

Right now, I feel obligated to inform my reader (thanks mom!) that perhaps this rant has been brought on by American Idol. Yeah, I've been watching it. My girlfriend has a huge hardon for the damn show, and there have been a few specific moments that stuck out at me.

Specifically, watching people calling everyone they know on their cell phones to tell these people that they know that they've made it through another round.

I need to parse it myself, to try and find the meaning there, but it really struck me.

It could be that these fucking wastes of DNA have cellphones as a disillusion that they would ever NEED to be reached.

"What if my producer needs to get in touch with me? What about my lawyer?"

I say without restraint and with full confidence of my own correctitude that nobody auditioning for American Idol needs a cellphone until they win the useless competition and discover how hollow their lifelong dream has always been.

I hate everything. Especially when I see myself in these utterly pathetic misanthrope fuckers.