The Natural, Born Annoying.
There are ebbs and flows and dips and crescendos and all other assorted oscillations that encapsulate my mood, altered from stimuli that are increasingly incessant--while frequently more pleasant than not--have indisputably aided in my perennial apathetic run. The difference? I'm still above water academically, with greener pastures still in the future. With some formal training, this mound of butchered and processed raw hamburger that has made being solid off-the-cuff natural can condense and mutate into something entirely different, something unfathomable, unparalleled in its control and filled to the brim with utter disregard towards previous reservations of expression attributed to self-conscious factors and a general lack of focus. Some of us simply dawdle about the day, uninterested by the processes that are deemed essential to our survival. We maximize our loafing and enjoyment factor while coasting through this process, because it's about the only break you'll get for 30 or 40--or 50, but I don't see any of us making it to 60--years. But that time is coming to a close. In retrospect, I have done things my way, and though it hasn't always been the best path of resistance, it has definitely taught me more about both my expectations for happiness and self--and the expectations of others. At this age, in this time of sarcasm and hyper(HYPER)-materialism, over-stimulation and unemployment, I feel that lesson will prove more beneficial than any kind of massive success could have, at least personally. I was simply born annoying, born to let you know what I think except when it really matters. Placed on this Earth as a counter-example to many of my peers, the other half of the coin. The tendency to stick up for unpopular beliefs sometimes makes the devil's horns coalesce to the visage of his advocate.