I’m kind of considering minoring in psychology.  I forgot how ridiculous the human brain is/human beings are.

I’m selfish.

But so is everyone else.

But whatever.  It’s selfish to think you’re not selfish.  I mean c’mon.  It’s not our fault, really.  It’s pretty much built into us to be that way, which brings us to my first (only?) feature:

Priorities of a Caveman! Everyone!

1. Keep self alive

2. Sex

3. Food

4. What else is there, seriously.

But seriously, there’s no need to deny your selfishness.  It’s not really a bad thing. I feel like the word’s bad reputation is largely due to its serpentine sounds… sssssselfishhhhhh…. Right, ANYWAY…

I’m hungry.

What’s the deal with these dead birds falling from the sky?

Radiolab.

I secretly not-so-secretly don’t even want a fucking job.

I don’t want to want money.

I don’t want to need money.

Ultimately, nothing really means anything, but that doesn’t make my choices, decisions, thoughts, actions or experiences any less real or important.  It’s all contextual, dude.

Aaaand I’m still hungry.