...and then my id told my superego to shove it

I'm tired of being so kind and accommodating to people who condemn my very existence.

I'm tired of playing the fool and pretending to be incompetent so that people prone to jealousy (due to being competitive or hating when somebody comes along to highlight their inadequacy) won't single me out.

I'm tired of being told that I'm so weird, unattractive, I think too much, I'm eternally damned, all of this nonsense.

Ah! You know what it boils down to?

I am free of the shackles of tradition, social convention. Hell, they've never had hold of me.

These other people who keep trying to bring me down and drag me through the mud, oh, they just burn with envy when some part of them recognizes that I've had a kind of freedom from birth that they will never obtain, and a large part of that is just because they are so damn scared.

Quivering.

Oh, yes, shaking.

Afraid... to see the world they know shatter. They don't want to know what would happen after that. Oh, no. Their lives are all neat and tidy and make a ton of sense.

Well, now that I think about it, maybe they just get mad because I frequently blow into people's lives with all my not making any kind of sense and breaking and rewriting all the rules, and yes, their world is all glass on a nice mantle, and I'm stomping through the house, bouncing off the walls like a ping-pong ball.

Yes. Yes.

Maybe the responses I get from others are just unavoidable side effects of being the way I am. Like a Time Lord, I am. I'm fire and ice and rage. I'm the night and the storm and the heart of the sun. I'm fucking magnificent.

I have no idea what I'm going on about, though. Silly me.