I'm broken.  We're broken.   Seriously, we're all broken.  There are people that walk around thinking they aren’t and I’m convinced they are the worst of all.  Not the worst people, but the people that are (not necessarily to the bad) the most ignorant of the human condition.  I was recalling an episode of “House” the other day called “ignorance is bliss.”  The sick guy in that one was found to be intentionally drugging himself to lower his 178 IQ closer to his wife’s 87 IQ.  He loved her but couldn’t relate to her, or to any normal humans, without dumbing himself down.   And maybe ignorance is bliss.  Or egocentrism at least.  What a blessing to go through life either thinking that nothing is bad or thinking that you are perfect. I both love and hate my constant self-analysis.  I think that it gives me a better handle on what is really going on in the world, but it also causes great consternation upon the realization of my failures and shortcomings. Isn’t that, though, a narcissistic view?  That I have a better grasp on reality because I think I have a better grasp on reality?  Well crap.  Like I said: Broken.