Do you ever feel like you do everything all wrong?
I do. Some days, like today for example, I can't help but feel that I eat all the wrong foods, read all the wrong books, see all the wrong movies, watch all the wrong TV shows, do all the wrong sorts of exercising, frequent all the wrong retail establishments, travel to all the wrong places in all the wrong ways and generally conduct myself in a hopelessly misguided way.
I don't always eat organic. I eat a lot of meat. I choose books to read based on the Amazon Top 100 list. I don't usually see or rent documentaries. I don't watch PBS.
I go to yoga classes but I'm no yogi; I go to the gym but I'm no fitness buff; I go jogging but I'm no athlete.
Sometimes I shop at chain stores. Sometimes I don't use the Lonely Planet as my travel guide.
Sometimes hereticism and subversion exhaust me. Sometimes specialization bugs me. Sometimes I believe everything I read. Sometimes I take the road more traveled by. Sometimes I wish the unexamined life were worth living.
I just get tired, you know? Tired of weighing the meaning of every move before I make it, of every word before I speak it. Tired of justifying myself to myself, tired of justifying myself to others. Tired of squeezing my square thoughts into an unforgivingly round pigeonhole. Tired of pretending I'm not lazy, hypocritical, gluttonous, naive or materialistic.
It's days like these that I wish I was a dog. Dogs don't worry about this crap.