Deception of the Normals

From: sikkinixx666@hotmail.com
Newsgroups: alt.slack

The following is admittedly formless, badly written, and the point
is sketchy at best. Enjoy :)

About 4 this morning, I'm at Denny's, quietly enjoying my country
slam and soaking up the strung out, desperate and lonely ambience of
the predawn as it can only be enjoyed in the corner booth of a
greasehouse. I had not even finished my first pot of coffee when I
heard a voice exclaim "Oh my god, it's you!! I didn't recognize
you!!". I turned around, sick with dread at the familiar lift at the
end of the sentence; the one that makes them all sound like questions.
My eyes confirmed what my tranquility feared, "Shannon" from high
school, "yeah we had history together, remember?" Unfortunately, yes.

Well, I guess knowing her had *some* good points. We were the *smart
chicks* in the class; she was on the student council, peer leader, and
always had her homework done on time, typed in a plastic cover. I, on
the other hand, occupied the *smart freak* role in this particular
school, straight A's if I wasn't stoned or sleeping. Basically she
covered for me when I forgot to do an assignment or term paper. Anyway,
we get into a converstaion about how much different I look now. In
high school, I wore all black, chains and spikes; openly played against
Them. Now, I look like every bleach blonde emptyminded skunt
cheerleader and Baywatch clone I've ever despised. "Shannon" wanted to
know why, so because I had more eggs left and the coffe refills are
free, I decided to indulge her.

My theory is that since being myself only got a mudhole stomped in
proverbial ass, if I can *act* like the *opposite* of myself, I can get
what I want. So far, it's worked. Acting like I don't have clue,
giggling at things that aren't funny, tossing my hair for no reason at
all........it's gotten me farther in months than *expressing my
individuality lalala* did in YEARS. I am honing the art, learning to
issue bullshit forth to fertilize their puny minds until I can harvest
their money, then I release some locusts on the way out, but thats more
for kicks.

"Shannon" thinks it isn't right. She thinks a smart girl like me
could work hard and "make something of myself". It's sad to see her
fall into that trap, like so many with that glimmer of potential do.
Doomed to forever push Lever A, I got a pellet last time; never
thinking to try B or C. Sure, B shocks you, but C gives you *3
pellets* every time.

After about an hour of arguing about whether its morally(?) wrong to
decieve people for personal gain, she left. I don't think its the bad
kind of deception, though. Its the kind reserved for people to whom
the truth would disturbing. I don't think Drunk Businessman #264 needs
or wants to know of my abormalities; if he did, he wouldn't give me his
money. And he LIKES giving me his money, else why would he do it? Why
the fuck am I expected to protect people from their own stupidity?

Rev. Sikki

"There he goes, one of God's own prototypes; a high powered mutant of
some kind, never even considered for mass production. Too weird to
live, too rare to die." Hunter S, Thompson

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