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How This Creative, Outlying, Misfit Deals with His Self-Loathing, Fear, and Head Trash
Somehow I’ve taken the identity of a creative, outlying, misfit. I suppose it comes from a lifetime of filtering the odd comments, looks, and thoughts I get. Self-perception, the ego, and vanity can be a bitch.
I do my best to fit in with the blatantly-apparent insanity of humanity around us. I see it. Don’t you?
The human mind fascinates me so much that I’d love to get a Masters degree and Ph.D. in psychology, but there’s way too much paperwork. Plus, I’m still pissed educational institutions top the charts for inflationary pricing while hungry, young hearts and minds bury themselves in mountains of debt that compel them to live in a state of constant fear. Therefore, I hack on without an advanced degree.
I am insatiably curious about humans being. I often wonder why this world is the way it is because the world seems crazy to me. Or am I the crazy one? Well, I’m not that bad, I rationalize. In the craziest sense, I think of a seeming-homeless man holding his dirty placard on the street corner screaming Bible verses at me telling me about the certainty of hell. I give him the benefit of the doubt, unlike most people who move across the street to avoid him. Instead, I am attracted to his words and may even go over to talk with him because maybe…
