Imposing Wrap-Up

Started reading a story about a really depressed quantum mechanic a few days ago. Didn't finish of course (Seemed depressing.) but we were informed by the part where the melancholy protagonist felt that everything was an imposition.

Tell us about it! Breathing, for one example. Will it never stop? Just stop making demands on us! (You may have heard "Leave Hulk alone!" somewhere before. We asked politely. Then.)

So imagine dealing w/ the desire to type something. It's an imposition even to find something we can proudly announce we don't give a shit about. Finding something worth bitching about that hasn't already been bitched to death is another imposition. There's a lot of bitching going on. And now we feel we aren't holding up our end of the bitching. Fuck it, we're superfluous, we'll just sit down over here & supervise.

Keep bitching, damnit!