Obsessions In Vain

I like to think I know every thing, but I don't; that's obvious. I wonder if it would take a scholar to see that I am making the same mistakes every day? Do you see this? Blasphemy! Sometimes I cannot believe my ability to twist the truth around lies and end up with something I like to call a friendship. Does it mean nothing to me? Perhaps I could move a thousand miles away and forget your face as if I hadn't spent hundreds of hours laughing upon your childish mannerisms. I love to laugh. It is difficult, however, for me to distinguish the empty guffaw and the heart-warming kind of giggle that makes me want to live a simpler life. You know what I'm talking about. You know that there's something missing. You can't put a finger on it. The grass is greener on the other side, of course, but did you realize the season would never change?