It's about that time, ladies and gentlemen. Men and women like me, all through time, have had to make this... choice, decision, determination, guess, whatever you call it. Many don't, many just won't, but I believe I owe it to myself to pick one or the other before it gets too terribly late in my life. I like to think that Edgar Allan Poe made this decision at some point in life. I'd like to entertain the thought of Howard Philip Lovecraft doing the same, but he doesn't strike me as the type. This is the kind of decision the lone sociopaths and visionary's and down right reclusive folks have to make at some point, and when they do things never stay the same. They go from there, like a fork in the road, traveling down a path that leads away (far far away) from the other choice.

So here it is

Either I am loosing my mind, or the rest of the world is.

I can't find loyalty in common people anymore.
Money has become more important than family.
Mistakes cost you your life.
Material possessions are more important than wisdom and knowledge.
Locking away the problems is more important than treating them.
You must pay for the privilege of being sick and ill.
Every set of eyes upon you is equivalent to a judgement upon you.
Nonconformity is punishable by exile both socially and economically.

And here I am, witnessing the world around me as if I am the last man on earth, watching these things in human skin tear apart what could have been a wonderful place, unable to realize that this is their own fault and change will not come unless they speak out for it.

So either I am loosing my mind, or the rest of the world is.

Will update further on my decision.