Here's to being alive.

Earlier today, I thought to say "Fuck you!" to my studies, for I was in the mood to write. I'm glad I did. Sorry, Textbook; I'll have time to read you before the final exam, but you just don't invigorate me like a piece of literature or a session at the keyboard does. I must thank you, Textbook, for assigning nomenclature to the various psychological phenomena piquing my interest these past few months and years, but there is much I'd rather be doing than absorbing your contents in an effort to validate my existence. I realize now I'll never measure up to any career choice I make, nor will I ever excel at amassing capital, so why should I expect a life in empirical research to be any different? Besides, why waste away studying how society breaks us down psychologically, when I would much rather combat it?

Here's to being alive.