Sometimes, like right now, it just doesn't apply. Sometimes, like right now, it leads us down the wrong path, drives us to the wrong conclusion.

Sometimes, like right now, it fails us.

Not that it really matters what I write about my current irritation. People are going to think what they want to think, and facts be damned. After all, I'm only the fucking star of this particular show. What do I know, anyway? Certainly not more than those around me. Those people can all not only read my mind and my heart, but they can probe even more deeply than I can.

Not.

I've seen an awful lot of parallels lately, but this is no longer one of them. Those particular lines diverged at some murky point in the not so recent past.

Anyway.

To call upon examples from the past in an attempt to understand and explain the present, well it's a time-honored method. But sometimes it's a waste of time. Especially when the wrong examples are being brought forth.

This explanation, this simplest explanation - sometimes I even wish that it was the correct one. Things would be a lot easier for me. I could just accept it and move on. It would be nothing new for me, after all. I've been through that particular scenario at least a dozen times.

But the simplest explanation is not the correct one, this time. And I don't really feel like lying to myself about it. I'd rather know the truth, even if it hurts. Even if it ends up hurting more than the lie.

Not that anybody is going to believe a word of this.

I realize, of course, that it would help matters greatly if I could say exactly what it is that's been bothering me about all this. And, believe me, I would if I could. Or perhaps I would if I knew would be more appropriate.

See, I don't really know what it is. I have some ideas, some theories, but I'm far from certain.

I don't know exactly what it is that's bothering me. But I do know what it's not.

Occam's Razor does not apply in this case. It really doesn't.