A rush of thoughts to the head....and it explodes...

Wouldn't it be nice? So many points of view, thoughts jammed up in that place that it would just *POOF*. And then I'd be dead. And would I have been a good man? a great man? A scoundrel? A bum? A bloke who just couldn't get laid? A bloke who was really into some gal and was too shy to even ask her out? Some metaphysical force damn it...I can't stand it...I need to hate..or to love...I can't be like this...Just gimme something to hate...coz I can't love...