I champion living in the moment-
but my mind is months away.
I hate pollution-
but drive myself around every day.
I think anti-depressants are ineffective-
but self-medicate every chance I get.
I suggest that uptight people meditate-
but I loose my cool constantly.
I speak highly of love-
but shut others out to spare myself from loss.
I desire a natural life-
but smoke a pack a day.
I love my family-
but routinely forget their birthdays.
I don't follow the Christian calender-
but exchange gifts every Christmas.
I want an educated persective-
but hate going to class.
I dream of changing the world-
but sit in my room for days at a time.
I resent melodramatic existances-
but can't stop talking about them.
I fantasize about anarchy-
but think like a socialist.
I like to fancy myself a poet-
but can't find anything worth putting on paper.

02/27/2003

Author's Note: Self inventory

Posted on 03/28/2003
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