I told a good friend of mine this morning that I was tired - tired of conventional life and trying to put this square peg in a round hole.
"You just want to drink without repercussion or responsibility," she replied.
I laughed and gave her a hug. She was right. I still live under the delusion that I would go pitch my Kelty tent in the woods, drink beer, and live by a campfire. I still can romanticize my homeless days.
"Conventional life is more rewarding," she then told me.
"You mean being a sheeple," I replied snarkily.
We argued back and forth about how conventional society is carefully controlled and manipulated by the bourgeoisie.
"You think too much," she finally told me.
Thinking has been my Achilles heel. I told her I wished I was some penis-less orphan and she laughed and laughed. I was serious. I am off to engage in more conventionality: work.