Why Don't People Understand Me?
Because I'm a master of the obscure, a sultan of subtlety, and a lord of the obvious.
Or maybe it's just because I'm a giant, walking, talking, complaining, whining, excuse-making, blame-shifting, finger-pointing, head-shaking, hair-pulling, eye-rolling, door-slamming, wall-pounding, floor-stomping, table-flipping, chair-slamming, ceiling-screaming, floor-throwing, wall-banging, door-slamming... (You get the idea.)
Or possibly it's because I just like wearing a "World's Okayest Person" t-shirt to the grocery store.
Whatever the reason, it's clear: people just don't understand me. Sigh.