It’s pretty safe to say that there are few people out there who understand why I do the things I do. Which is a bit irritating, but I guess I have to live with it. People continually don’t believe what I say either - they think I didn’t appeal because I was actually guilty, it’s been said that I only stood for President to annoy Sen, and can’t understand why I pulled out of the race - I’ve heard a few alternative explainations, but I’m pretty sure I stated my reasons pretty clearly in that letter. So I have divided the world into three groups, and I have a message for each of you.

1. You have no idea who I am - cool, you’re welcome to have a look around. Stick to articles like this one and this. The rest of them won’t make that much sense, since you don’t know who I am.
2. You think you know me - basically, you don’t. You won’t be able to tell when I’m being serious, you can’t tell when I’m sarcastic. You’re going to read things here and jump to conclusions about my feelings towards my friends, and my opinions on the world at large, and you’ll be completely wrong. You’ll misinterpret my intentions, make false assumptions, and then take them with you and judge me by them. And you won’t ever ask for clarification, or check that you’ve got it straight. So be very, very careful. No, more careful than that. I alternate between morose and flipant, serious and seeking a reaction, and you can’t tell which is which. You can only understand the subtleties if you actually know me quite well.
3. You actually know me quite well - basically, you don’t. Because I know who really knows me well enough to not misunderstand what I say here, and they don’t read this. You belong in the previous catagory.

I hope that clears things up a bit, and will lead to far fewer hours of my day spent justifying what I write here, and why I write it.

Update : I should point out that these three catagories apply to the ‘real world’ as well, in everything I say and do. It’s just the same, except sometimes you’ll be able to look me in the eye, and see the twinkle. But you’re still don’t know me as well as you might think you do.