Sometimes I wonder how different I could have been

Sometimes I wonder how different I could have been

If I cared about my hairstyle or the brand of clothes I wore

Would my orange mohawk obfuscate my desire for justice?

Does needing to be perfectly understood and revered as transcendent

Act as a barrier to my genuinely reaching others?

I’m not always right but I want to be

I really really really really really really want to be right

Could all that passion go towards a more productive endeavor?

As He reads this does He regard it as worth the fifteen minutes?

When she reads this will her eyes roll?

When he reads this will his opinions already be set?

Is there anything I can do to convince you guys that my behavior does not reflect my desires?

If there is let me know because I just realized that I do the same exact thing

I’m fighting hard not to accept that what I devoted so much of my time to has been wholly irrelevant

I suppose that’s a side effect of the reevaluation process

I don’t think I have a blade sharp enough to excise the fat

The surface has grown tough and leathery

I’ll need to wait for the prerequisites to be met before I can begin the procedure

Or I could just start tearing into the flesh

But again that’s not realistic

I’ll stop as soon as I register the pain and start rationalizing my lengthy recovery

Am I a lunatic or just an alien?

I’m convinced that only one exists so there’s my answer

I’m not a genius for resenting commonly held ideas

I’m not more self aware than every stranger that I overhear

We are all equal and we’re all at different points in our journey towards really grasping that we can ask “Why?” one million times or one million and one times