left brain, meet right brain

It seems like everyone is telling me i should go back to school. Get an education and get to work. Run, just go, don't sit still, you're reminding me that I don't really know what I'm doing. I DO know however, that i have money for food, a place to sleep and water to drink. Don't stop to think about existence, because as best we can figure, there's not really any point, other than existence and experience. And if we only exist to experience, shouldn't we be experiencing more than work, shopping, sleep, the latest reality tv, retirement decay and death? Exaggeration becomes me. Maybe the bright colours of drugs have turned life pale and dull. Maybe the problem is in my head, not out in the world. Learn to enjoy conformity. It's hip to be square, American psycho.

Conflict, Fucking split brain shit.

Look at the beautiful order of society, how little physical work is required to maintain life. How little thought is required to live, work and succeed. Just wait in line, say nice things, help out when you can, and people will be appreciative. FUCK that! People will walk all over you and get you to do their work while they get fucked up and brag about what great cons they are. It's like prison, kill someone the first day, or get ready to take it in the ass for the rest of your stay. That's a little harsh, is the world really so corrupt? Can you not still depend on the kindness of strangers to live? Can you not still make your way in life as you please? As long as you don't bother anyone, nobody hassles you. Freedom's just another word for not afraid. Prison is scary. Death is scary. Starvation, dehydration and alienation are scary. Fuck that, if you're so miserable, why not off yourself? You know you're more scared of wasting opportunity. You'd starve yourself while dying of thirst alone if you thought it would make the world a better place. Well, I'd like to think I would, but faced with the situation, it could be a different story. I could be like fuck them, they let me die, why should I help them?

Mankind is capable of incredible cruelty and amazing compassion, but so often falls disappointingly short of its potential, that it can be disheartening.
But, do not the shortcomings of mankind give value to the virtues and disgust to the vices? It is our unremarkable behaviour that makes the intense, the amazing, and the unusual worthy of note.