Absolutely Nothing

Perhaps the humans are as such.

Perhaps humanity is really that inconsequential globule of stupidity, best explained by as an incoherent trundle of insanity, of irrationality, which has exceed tolerance of even the brobdinagian earth.

Perhaps we trully are past the point of possible redemption, where we have sunk so low in a crevice so deep, we may no longer clamber out.

Yet maybe, just maybe we were designed as such, our innards strung in a way such that insensitivity, masochism such that self destruction is innate.

Maybe our every move has been choreographed, designed, preordained.

Maybe we have been manipulated, played around with, our little inconsequential limbs twiddled with, thrown around by forces beyond our control.

Maybe, narcicistic as we are, the world doesn't rotate around us, or about us, and we see what we are supposed to see, and thus respond as we are supposed to respond.

Concievably, our actions are not ours to make; our thought not ours to think, our love not ours to give.

Perhaps then, I am not wrong, to have succumbed to the oldest, most classic, and most envisioned teenage flaw.

Perhaps then, it isn't avoidable.

Pehaps then, it simply isn't my fault.

OK. I AM FULL OF BULLSHIT.