Or the account of my decline into barbarism (and all of the lovely, mad people who helped me do it).

Sunday, August 1, 2010


I've realized just how idealistic -perhaps naïve- I am. People whisper doubts in my ear, but I turn my head and continue on. I'm not sure if this is some great flaw of mine or if I am truly blessed. I suppose it could be both.

In literature, we learn that great men fall because of their epic flaw. Will my optimism lead to my ultimate demise? I suppose it's possible, but why not enjoy life until then? I'll frolic along in my usual fashion and if I do happen to fall, at least I should do so knowing it was a grand ride to the bottom.

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