I’ve learned to not really mind being a failure. …that might be the problem.
Wanting something is a fairly effective form of bondage.
Every time I sit down and try to plan out what I want to do with my life, I end up just retreating to the bathtub with a vibrator.
Long-term goals are a construct that work in direct opposition to the immediacy of natural instinct. It’s only in the last centimeter of our evolution that we’ve been long-lived or prosperous enough to plan ahead further than a season.
My base compulsion is still to torch everything I’ve acquired and move on.
I’d like to be a part of something bigger, but I don’t really have the right attention span.