Driving down the street going the perceived speed limit. I was thinking aloud to myself. The road traveled was a seldom one. The path less traveled. The only people who have driven down this road live their lives in a mentally twisted perspective of the real world. Homes of padded soft white walls fill their lifestyles. Green jello is passed out with ease. These are some of the most brilliant and deranged people in this known universe. Those who don’t find their ways to these comfortable green jello serving white padded houses of luscious sedation are always quiet in their thought patterns.

Though everyone must express at some point. For if they don’t they then these button-down oxford cloth psychos, might just snap at any moment, stalking from office to office with an Armatile AR-10 Carbine-Gas semiautomatic weapon, bitterly pumping round after round into colleagues and co-workers. No, that just can’t be. Expressions must be made. Though these people view the world from a different perspective, your average person would reply the average answer to most of the general questions. Is the glass half full or half empty? What? Who drank half of my drink! If everyone jumped off of a bridge would you jump too? Well, that depends. If EVERYONE jumped off of the bridge and said that it was a pleasurable experience then… yes. I would. These are the uncommon answers to the most common of questions asked to every person at least once in their lives. I wouldn’t say that I was crazy. Others might, and have. But I would just say I’m pathologically high spirited. Just because I have spent moments dwelling in my own mind talking with the others that love to speak back whenever they get the chance. That’s no cause of craziness is it? Always having someone to talk too can’t be that bad. Just because my mind works in ways that makes the average person question my grip of reality doesn’t justify my lockup. I’m sure that everyone has had their interesting mental moments. Mine just happens to be things like hearing a radar detector go off and thinking that it is in cahoots with the police in order to get me in trouble. It’s just for a few seconds… that’s not that bad. Everyone’s a little crazy. Who’s to say that if I’m better at something than someone else that I should be thrown aside into the bowels of the system? Woops, speed limit’s changed.

Back to the subject at hand. If thinking outside of the box is outlawed then what’s our alternatives? Pointless conformity? Laying down and letting society walk its government stained pointless mudded boots of oppression all over you? Everyone needs to be original. Conformity is not the answer. Innovative and new. The only way to create new society acceptable items of resale or ways of living. They can’t snuff out all the voices, some are needed to further their own pocketbooks. Reality. A world of deception, lies, and repetitive social disasters. There is very little creativity in reality. Although some non-individualism must be made in order to keep the superficial ideal of a society together, but I know that if it was on fire I would let it burn. Life is only understood through conflict. Mindscape. Mind escape. Mind. “Tell society that if it knows what is best for him he best go run and hide. Daddy’s got a new .45″ -Indirect misconstrued quote from sublime.
Hrmm.. The road is coming to an end. Left or right? The street sign says that left reality, 30 miles till social conformity. Right is insanity, 30 miles to padded green jello feeding housing. I keep driving up and down this road making U turns before each destination. I will probably continue this until I run out of gas. Hopefully that wont happen for another 70-80 years. I plan to live forever. So far so good.