Sort of unsorted. Comments on self
I fear that I too am unsorted. I am of a sort, yet know not nof what sort that is. I could just sort of sit here and hope for the sort I seek to sort out my affairs for me, but that would attract a unpleasent sort all together I imagine. I sort the sorts myself in order to define the sort for which I am best sorted, but then I would become a different sort all together. I imagine my only real hope is to befriend various sorts until my sort shows me a the sort I am.