A short piece about my friend Gimcrack

It is not often that I'll allow people into my circle.

Lately, I have made an exception without evaluating the situation at hand. This has led to several instances where I'm being placed at the bottom of some intellectual food chain where I have been forced to look up words in order to understand the conversation taking place.

Now, I do not judge people for their intelligence nor their use of it. I try not to judge people for their lack of intelligence either, but I am human. This is a new experience for me as I am the one being forced to the bottom of the proverbial genetic pile by this pejorative mordant doppleganger posing as a confidant.

This pompous pendantesque personage of perverted pride and passion (often pendaneous in patronage and patriotism) proposes propounding probities, however it is nothing but prestidigitation.

Left-handed compliments are still hurtful even in jest.

I believe that R.E.M. but it best, "Everybody hurts... sometime." So enough with the incesance whining about how your childhood was fucked up and how your relationships have gone sour, and about how utterly lonely you are without someone else's woman. Everyone's experiences are fucked up. That doesn't make you special. It makes you repetative. Your ego is far too overblown for you to see what is going on in front of you. It is no wonder that your true friends and relationships are digital in nature, as that is where your passion lies.

Go be intelligent, just don't force it down other people's throats anymore. It is too cumbersome to deal with the extreme amount of baggage that you have and the constantly having to wonder about all of the silent sneers that you articulate all too well (until one figures out the game that you're playing).