A test

This is a test. What kind of test? I don't know. Stop asking things. Just... for once in your life... accept things as they are. Or as they might be. How 'bout you just sit back and not worry about things for once. But, you can't, huh? You just cannot do that. So you're going to push. Push hard and long... despite the dirty overtones. It's too bad really. Because you're a nice person. You mean well. Deep down you really, really mean well. Despite your voting record or music collection. But, nooooo, you have to know. And so, in truth, you're testing me.