these days.

i never said i wasn't sh!tty.
i guess that sometimes gets forgotten.
y'know?
like,
just because i can bake my biscuits better than everyone else,
that doesn't mean i have delusions about my overall quality.
jeez.
the thing of it is-
the treats take up a whole lot of slack,
so it's easy to mistake my super elite sugary sweets
for the presence of an easygoing, creative, accepting nature.
nope.
no way.
i do what i do.
and sometimes,
that meshes and melds and mixes with common-cause companions;
more often,
it polarizes and pushes and prods,
and projects an unpleasant reflection on folks who think
that too much is too much, and not the right amount.
the same way good enough isn't ever good enough.
expert is expert, and everything else isn't.
that's objective valuation.
but in a subjective social circle, that's called bullying.
i'm on that just be dope or F* right off jauns,
and i'm more often than not i'm the thorn in the collective side
of the overwhelming majority.
ugh.
terrible.
the majority is just the big midsection of spare tire blarpity middling middleness.
just because there's a lot of it doesn't mean it's good.
(that's too many, not too much.)
jeez.
is that conceited?
ha.
wrong.
it's like i started out telling you-
i never said i wasn't sh!tty.
i think it's clearly obvious when there aren't any cookies around
that i'm an overreactive reclusive philospohical exclusivist;
and occlusive superstitious snowball-to-avalanche theorist;
a connect-the-dots big picture doomsaying incisive insightful derision;
and a master of invasive plain-sight trojan high-horsemanship.
but,
before you get all butt-hurt and babypantsed,
check the it's-okay-type teleport:

gluten-free soft oatmeal chocolate chip coconut cookies!
mmmmmmmmmm.
i bake things because nobody would listen to me on an empty stomach,
and because treats are capable of being subversively vegan...
you can't tell that a delicious chewy gooey sexy bakery-fresh
bite of heavenly hottness doesn't have cow parts or chicken butts in it.
they're pretty discreet,
whereas tofu is far too obviously just for 'those' people.
ugh.
what are you?
an A*-hole?
gratitude and generosity are viking virtues, neighbors.
so is worthy wordsmithing;
so is self-righteous self-assuredness;
so is contemplative introspection,
and the perpetual search for weakness wherever it hides, within or without;
and so is a determined disregard for that worst of all cowardices:
middle-of-the-road average-paced mediocrity.
...and really,
the vikings repped a very hard style,
and it was dope,
but it sure wasn't very nice..
that's why warrior poetry is pretty much the art of being super-sh!tty,
and then sharing your cookies;
never quiet, never soft.....