Take this.

 I feel like a poor symbol for something that should be innate:  freedom.  How is it admirable to be free as part of a specific ratio of freedom to a current level of constraint?  Everything that I believe to be 'real' is a string to which I am attached.  My identity leaks through miniscule narrow tubes out to things external.  When I move forward, I am slowed by the tug of these constraints, coming out the back of the head.  Everything resides somewhere, but does it have to be my head?  Is it possible to have these things but not to know them?  Other people's expectations are the worst.  Fuck you.  You don't know me, and when I get sick and say mean things to you because I can't stand being under the constraint of something that doesn't know me, you just see sick.  Well, fuck you.  It's not your fault, but you're goddamn connected.  What I want is the disconnect.  I feel most human when I am separated from other humans, or have been for a long time.  What I feel is not what you feel.  Sometimes there is what feels like it might be a common human emotion like what folks tell me about, and those scare me.  I've got my own sets and my own tools and my own boxes and you can't read the labels on them because I've got my own language.  My own symbols.  My own metaphors.  I like it that way.  I don't want to be expected to do anything.  If you're going to expect me to do anything, expect me to do exactly what you already know me to do.  No one does anything other than that, except for when they go brilliant and shock the world.  Of course, we've got Youtube now.  I don't know how you could shock the world at this point, unless you bested some terrorist in either violence or suppression, and I'm not in that game.  I doubt you're in that game.  EVERYTHING I KNOW IS A CONSTRAINT.  I AM A BLURRED, RECONFIGURED, CUBIST CUBIST CUBIST SYMBOL FOR SOMETHING THAT SHOULD BE INNATE:  FREEDOM.