Simpler than it seems.

There's something wrong with me.

I turn my back from the easy adulation of so-called followers to where I can only see abuse.

I disdain virtual so-called friendly encounters, seeking a vertical one that can only end in rejection.

I do not find the display of testicular fortitude by bragging something witty or amusing.

I do not see things in terms of victory or defeat, but of closure.

I do not seek to hide or strike, despite an outburst or two.

I never repaid aggression with retaliation. That makes me odd. Peeps will ask: "what's his comeback?" Let them wait.

When I see, hear or read something drastic, I try to make sense out of it, instead of charging. That makes me VERY odd.

When I'm asked a question, I'll answer the person, even if it is uncomfortable. In the long run, it's better.

That's how I see it, but I might be wrong.

Yep. There's something wrong with me.

I understand the fascination of seeing a wreck happen. It's hard to avert your eyes.

There's no wreck happening here, just a guy alone with what passes for his thoughts.

Just that.