Godsgrewsorry

Self-Awareness = Insanity

It's subtle, but it's there.

Every time I sign into this godforsaken place, I see on the top bar "Hello Godsgrewsorry", and I read it quietly to myself, acknowledging the greeting with a barely perceptible nod and smile. But then a quieter, more insidious voice creeps into my head, and insists, impossible to ignore, "I'm not Godsgrewsorry..."
Well, so much for my fragile sanity, my schizophrenic certification is well-nigh imminent.

And yet how can I stay away? For though this place may well be forsaken by god, it is the abode of the most interesting people I have had the pleasure of ignoring until now.
And anyway, it's about time I flexed those atrophied intellectual muscles... If anyone calls, I'm out walking my brain.