If you judge people, you have no time to love them.

Something I've been having a lot of trouble with lately is feeling unwanted and misunderstood by people who don't appreciate my tendency to be politically incorrect and/or inappropriate for the sake of comic relief.

I've come to realize that my closest friends are my closest friends precisely because they EMBRACE my tendencies to be those things and they appreciate the humor. Not only that, but they understand that being politically correct and appropriate does not change the realities of the world. I simply say that which is true, and I guess some people can't handle the truth

Coming into contact with people who just don't understand or appreciate my humor and who consider it something that makes me, in some way, unacceptable to them, is disheartening, especially when I don't consider those people in any position to judge me.

I suggest you grow up. Infancy was short lived and ended decades ago. There is no excuse for it anymore. Your self righteousness and intolerance make me sick.

King of Anything

‎"Who cares if you disagree? You are not me, who made you king of anything? So you dare tell me who to be? Who died and made you king of anything? You sound so innocent, all full of good intent, swear you know best, but you expect me to jump up on board with you and ride off into your delusional sunset. I’m not the one who’s lost with no direction, but you’ll never see."
-Sara Bareilles

Don't make an example out of me.

"Us", Regina Spektor

They made a statue of us
And it put it on a mountain top
Now tourists come and stare at us
Blow bubbles with their gum
Take photographs have fun, have fun

They'll name a city after us
And later say it's all our fault
Then they'll give us a talking to
Then they'll give us a talking to
Because they've got years of experience
We're living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
We're living in a den of thieves
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious

We wear our scarves just like a noose
But not 'cause we want eternal sleep
And though our parts are slightly used
New ones are slave labor you can keep

We're living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
We're living in a den of thieves
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious

They made a statue of us
They made a statue of us
The tourists come and stare at us
The sculptor's marble sends regards
They made a statue of us
They made a statue of us
Our noses have begun to rust
We're living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
Were living in a den of thieves

And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious