Insane Once Again

Here's a disheartening thought: in order for you to be yourself in the future, you must remake yourself now.

Think about it. It's practically true. In order for one to be one's self in the future, to have the right to do what they want (within certain limits, obviously), a person must basically conform. Conformity is the key to success. That is, unless you're a genius. And considering the current thought-process (or the lack thereof) of many in my generation, it seems as if the 9% who are of above-average intelligence seem to be apathetic towards the imbeciles that run and influence our pop culture.


And with that, I'm going to refrain from continuing in hopes of never having to think about that ever again. But here's a guilty pleasure: depressing thoughts, and non-Deca-related thoughts, are my new comfort. Now don't get me wrong. There is nothing for me to go on about when it comes to the negative aspects of that. It's just nice to have a few musings to yourself that don't eventually end up with you putting yourself down in order to continue on some reading material. Although I do that anyway (in order to get back on track), doing so in small increments instead of large blocks of years isn't so bad.

And now for the real end of this entry. Bye.