cynic's delight

In a world where no one means anything by anything, and nobody gives a shit,

my best advice is no comment-
is don't ask (me), don't bother (them)
is get out of my way, go home.

In a world where altruism is carefully checked, within and without a reason,

I find it very hard to hang on.

Patience? Whatever for?

It's all coming along whether we like it or not. You've no sense in waiting for it.

An obsession with explaining myself, have I, and teaching myself not to say anything at all if all I've got is a cutting retort. Too smart for my own good, and by half, and fold it over again. It not being possible to communicate in a succinct sentence, the message simply isn't passed. Not said! It's dead.

In a world where you've got to calm down, or you'll never get anywhere,

I find I've lost my passion
my drive, and what's taking me there.

You cannot look for deeper meaning - it makes you a well-meaning fool at best, and a crook of paranoia at worst.

In a world where nothing means anything by anyone, and you can't find anybody about whom to give a shit,

you might as well dick around and get self-interested.

You might very well stop caring, and set yourself free again.