what am i waiting for?
i wonder if i'm living up to my potential?
what the hell does that mean anyway?
how am i to find out what this potential is?
is my sole purpose in life to make babies?
is that what i'm here for, cause if that's it, then i'll do it.
i really will!

i've decided to stop all of this...
this...
pursuit of intellectual superiority.
i don't care if i can't speak latin.
i don't have any desire to be a great mind.
i have no discipline to write books or screenplays.
all these things, that i think i'm passionate about...
do i really love these things?

why in the world did i buy noam chomsky's "911"?
does it make me feel more intellectual that i'm willing to read something completely left wing?

all these things...
they don't make me any smarter than i was before.
because i use them not for application purposes, but probably more for "bragging rights."

i'm a passionate person,
i know that.
i think i spend a lot of time striving to be so much more intellectual,
almost as if i want to be detached from society.

i see things from a different perspective.
i'm not eloquent,
i'm awkward, i have that sweaty fat kid syndrome...

all this to say,
i love music enough to actually pursue my dream.