I'm unsure of what social qualities I lack but I'm constantly aware that I miss much. My heart is there...but so much more is mired or missing. I feel as though many times I'm in masquerade, walking amongst the natives...I can pass in passing...little else. It's sad sometimes....often in fact. I dally with the locals...always a peripheral being. I don't get the rules...I have never understood why. Complex poop it is. Too much for me....today anyway. Adept at adapt not. This day anyway. Too introspective to belt out a round of oaths n' cusses either. I do that when I'm adapting. *grin*

Iron pyrite...filings of rust...crosslegged in the dirt I gamble
worthless riches
spill from the holes in my pockets
...I hear laughter as I scramble to save what I can

...but I'm playing alone
and the laughter's my own.