Sometimes I think I'm losing my mind. There's me, see, and then there's Me. The proverbial Yin and Yang. At times it feels like I have a split personality. There's me, Drone#03051982, head down, working and existing, just plugging away. The world sails past. I don't pay attention to anything, I'm nowhere. I really don't feel like I'm anywhere, because I don't think.

I don't think, therefore I am not.

Minutes pass, the World turns, but I am somewhere else. Always detached. I've been working in the same office for nearly two years, and no one really knows me. I've never really tried to get to know them either. Not exactly a social leper, I find that I'm more a nodding & agreeing kinda chap, and whenever I do speak up, I'm met with dead-eyes, a silent office, or that most damnable of lines, "oh, I thought you'd say something like that". Not meant in a bad way, see, but basically underlining how cynical I appear to them. Cynical? Great. I chuckle at the dig, the head goes down, I speak no more. Cynical? You stupid cow, I know so much more than you, yet you get the laughs. I know more than you, twat.

NO YOU DONT, YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT, IF YOU WERE THAT CLEVER YOU WOULDN'T BE HERE

goes my brain, in words to that effect. 'Words' being motions or cognative events, or whatever. I sit there, Drone #0305192, and let them carry on. I wouldn't want to push the situation, right? Pride before a fall and all.