Oh, I’m weary, all right. (Winter, viruses and lung rot, rusty razor blades of doom, etc.) But I think I have this thing figured out.
I’ve been nothing but miserable when it comes to conventional expectations, and as smart as I am, I’ve dispensed some God-awful advice. You might even say I blew an obvious conventional future all to hell, or at least made it a lot more difficult, with the choices I’ve made along the way. But it’s not just one choice, or two or three. It’s all of them… This remarkable consistency deserves greater scrutiny, which I just gave it. I conclude I am a force of Nature! Some might even say a bare-assed genius of a lesser sort, but why stop there.
The only thing any of us ever does “wrong” is get in our own way. Accordingly, the next time I wake up at 5:00 a.m. and can’t decide whether to piss or shoot myself, I may just go to the bathroom. After all, I’m obviously marked for a highly unconventional future, what there is left of it.
This ain’t about no Oprah hipster goober crap. I may be tired, but the fix is in. You can’t compare yourself to others. You just can’t.