How dead on accurate is that? Pretty much hits the nail on the head if you ask me. And don't worry, this won't be me railing against society or any of that shit. Its going to be me, beating on me.
I've lived just like he said. I've been completely vanilla. Completely mediocre. Haven't accomplished a tenth of what I am capable.
Kinda floated along, never steered the boat. And its enough to make me want to puke.
Now the question that has to be answered is, what the fuck are you going to do about it?
That's pretty much the question that has to be answered every moment of our lives. What the fuck are you going to do?
Are you going to lay down?
Are you going to surrender to circumstance?
Are you going to take what they dish out?
Are you going to fight?
The trouble is, for me anyway, that the answer to each and every one of those questions is, "I don't fucking know."
And that, my well read friends is the root of all my problems.
Anyways, I love you Mom...