This is beginning to look more and more like the Jonathan Livingston Seagull syndrome.
Have you read the story of Jonathan Livingston Seagull by Richard Bach? The seagull who was rejected by his flock for being different.
Do you ever get the feeling that you simply don’t fit in anywhere? That literally nobody on the planet views life through your eyes?
Actually, I read that dumb hippie book... twice: once when young, once after college to see if I REALLY got it. Summary in the words of Ricky (two first names) Bobby: "I wanna go fast... SPLAT!!"
Uh... I only read to page 6. Are there pics of nekkid chicks yet?
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Bigfish:
The Johnathan Livingston Seagull syndrome, and it's comments, are now apparently prolific. It is worthless diatribe despite our efforts.