Why am I?
I am who I am because I was driven bonkers in grade school. Before I attended elementary school, I was a very peaceful child. Going to school was generally a bad idea, but since that's in the past there's not much point in complaining about it... besides, I wouldn't have met any of the cool people that I know now. Especially the ones from elementary school that have stopped responding to my e-mails. What is it with folks nowadays, anyway?
So why was school so miserable? (And I wouldn't be the first person to have had a miserable grade school experience, but bear with me.) Could it have been because I was different somehow? I suppose I should count myself very fortunate, though, that my differences are not of the physical nature, I just act kind of weird. I know that I'm certainly not mentally handicapped either, so now we've eliminated the usual reasons why people have their spirits destroyed going through that travesty we call 'education.' Not that making fun of fat, short, or mentally handicapped people is okay! The people making those people miserable deserve the same (or more) consequences than the morons who go after me.
Generally, I think I used to talk too much. Maybe I looked smarter than most other people when I was younger. At any rate, school still sucked, but I'm slowly recovering. University has been much kinder to me, and if I can quit being cynical, maybe I'll be happy again.
Now, why is this website here?
Your guess is as good as mine. But maybe, just maybe, it could serve as a springboard to meaningful communication, as it has done for me for the past three years, despite what a couple of morons that visit Mike's site would have you believe. I'm not nearly as pathetic as they think, and sometimes I even think I'm smarter than them. It's not like they haven't wasted numerous opportunities to prove me wrong.