A Day in the Mind of Michael omitted.

I wonder what to write about. I wonder whether it should be something I care about, something I don’t, something that will simply get an A, something comedic, something hyperbolically satirical in its drama, e.g. I cracked the egg onto the searing pan. The yolk was already broken. Broken like my mortal essence, leaking… leaking. I wonder if it’s possible to write something so evocative that for half a moment, life would orgasm to put it simply. Legends would define it as not created, but simply summoned from the heavens; the author’s utensil: a medium through which the thread of divinity wove itself unto the mortal trappings of paper. With a mental shrug, I supposed it’s possible but improbable, like an electron being somewhere millions of miles away and back in your body the next nanosecond. The Lottery of Life.

I wonder if I can make a living as a writer. I enjoy writing and wish not to get post-secondary education and have an easy life doing something I love. However, I fear my parents’ warnings of throwing away my education. Maybe I could become a cartoonist… =\

Frustration builds when I think about the marks I get for my writing assignments, undeserved praise for works I find trivial, the evil in the world. Why is Harry Potter so popular? What God decided this woman, J.K. Rowling, should write a “just-another-fantasy-genre” series and that these books should sell so well? I envy Bill Gates because he was in Harvard, dropped out to do something he loved, became one rich mofo and many of us use what he’s created today (i.e. Windows OS). I guess the same could be said for Steve Jobs and the iPod.

For some reason, I think of the question of what I would wish for if I could wish for anything. It’s a question that judges your character. What would you wish for and why? Ask yourself what that says about you. Explain what’s so “right” about what you think? Do you think the world would be a better place if everyone thought like you? What’s one major fundamental thing you’d change about yourself based on these findings?

Ugh, my nose is always congested, which is unfortunate because it inhibits my ability to taste. It’s like if you plugged your nose to get through eating something disgusting. I take almost twice as long to eat food compared to most because I eat slowly to taste more. I think I’m quite the aesthete. Hedonism.

I’m ever-mindful of my posture. Shoulders back, spine curved inward. The picture I saw of a person with an extreme case of bad posture has frightened me into this state of mind. As well, it’s more imposing when you have a better posture. I don’t like correcting my own posture in public because it shows I’m self-conscious, which I am.

I think I might be an extreme introvert. One day, I decided to talk to myself to relieve my boredom and it hasn’t stopped since. I sing in the showers always. I wish I had a voice recorder like one of those journalists to record my everyday thoughts so that I may hear them later. Then I will become embarrassed thinking I’m conceited.