So?

So all of this boggles the mind. Why should we care about the two ladies in the trailer? We are not the ones who ran them out of town. We dropped something off at the trailer but I doubt that it was anything personal on my part. It was the entire missionary fellowship that voted them out, not us personally, so I do not see why so much is being made out of that. How am I supposed to have a life if I have to spend all my time answering all these stupid questions and paying for something for which I am not personally responsible and do not know anything about? And why should I care anyway? I just don't care.

So What?

Yes, and since when do we care what Chino thinks about anything? He is nobody, just a big foul-mouthed dummy like all the rest of those dummy-class dummies. I really never did give a second thought to anything that he ever said, not that I remember anything about him. This is just a thought from my high school point of view.

New York

I wonder what makes these people think that I would ever go to New York. I will probably die before I ever make it that far. Even if I could afford to go there, there would be nothing for me there in New York. I am probably not good enough to make it there in the fast-paced busy bustling city of New York and I know that. There is no need to explain that to me and rub it in so gleefully. I would not know a soul in New York and there would be nothing for me to do there. I would have no place to live and no job. Everything is too expensive there and people are even more mean and vicious than ever there, all the meanest nastiest people on the planet all elbowing and kicking their way to the top of the heap there in New York. I definitely would not fit so there would be no reason to contemplate such a silly thought.

Two Wrongs Don't Make A Right

Ok, so maybe I hit somebody when I was eight years old, maybe my little sister on the school bus or whoever. Still, two wrongs do not make a right. You, for your part, are a shameless character assassin so you have lost any moral authority to tell me anything. That is all that needs to be said about that.

Fears

Yes, it is incredibly weird how afraid all these old hag-witches are of a little redheaded girl. It boggles the mind how they quibble and quaver and conspire to launch a volley of verbosity in my direction at all times in order to block me at every turn. These events definitively prove that these brownish, brown-nosing women are dumber than dirt, or else vicious or something like that. Any woman who was intelligent would realize that I am no threat to them, that I am just a normal human being like everyone else, neither smarter nor dumber, and that the real problem lies in their pompously over-inflated sense of their own self-importance. I have my opinions like everyone else and it is not important that they agree with me or not. I really don't care what they think. I cannot be expected to remember what I did when I was eight years old. I forget. I know that I am just as smart as the average person if not smarter in some respects so I do not need the patronizing, condescending, haughty attitudes directed at me from certain ones of these stupid brownish people. In fact, they are so stupid they are quite dangerous. If they are going to cop such a stupid attitude towards me, then I will just have to leave them to their hellish fate because unfortunately they would not listen to reason, at least not from me. Sorry about that.

Ask

Ask not what the country can do for you. Rather, ask what you can do for the country. So if I am asking what the country can do for me in terms of welfare, food stamps, etc., does that make me a Democrat? In contrast, if I am asking what I can do for the country in terms of running for president, etc., does that make me a Republican? Hmmm... Things get very confusing sometimes.

The Rest

Yes, I wish someone would tell me the rest of the story but no one will volunteer. Everyone sits back and expects me to work my way out of this corner, as if I already know what everyone is talking about. I cannot do this alone. Obviously, I will continue to dig myself into a deeper hole until either, in the first place, I die, or in the second place, I die. Either way, I die without having a clue what you are talking about or why you are copping this weird attitude. Thanks so much for your help. NOT.