It’s actually kind of interesting because I used to live in my own oblivious reality. I’d go outside wearing red shorts and a red shirt looking like the kool aid man but feeling effing awesome. I used to be able to say the most random things without a care or worry about how insane it sounded.

Now, however, I’ve grown up and kinda limited some of that behavior because I know its not “socially acceptable”. It comes back to a quote from Notes From The Underground I guess: “It was not only that I could not become spiteful, I did not know how to become anything; neither spiteful nor kind, neither a rascal nor an honest man, neither a hero nor an insect. Now, I am living out my life in my corner, taunting myself with the spiteful and useless consolation that an intelligent man cannot become anything seriously, and it is only the fool who becomes anything.”

I am working towards being an intelligent fool, knowing the social matrix and boundaries, but discarding it in favor of doing what I want to do for my personal enjoyment. It’s a really good post man.