Latency

Fuck man. I constantly have no clue what is going on. I find out about "it" long after the fact. For instance, somebody could have simply said "Sloth, read Frank O'Hara, he's a really good poet." I got the joke FIFTY YEARS late. Also, as if there wasn't enough for me to be indignant about, this mysterious informant could have told me "Sloth, there's this economist/activist called Lyndon "Douche Bag" LaRouche, he's full of shit, but he'll provoke a damn reaction in your head!"

Things like that. I guess sometimes you just have to find out for yourself.