Because everything is about me...

I hate busy people.

Only because when people are busy, they are not letting their mind go wild.  I want people to think and remember random parts of their past.  I want them to.. randomly think about me.  Me, me, me, me!!!  And all the dead people in the world.  But I want them to remember me, most of all.  Because...

Why didn't I get an invite to my high school reunion?