Sometimes, I wish I could pull a lever or something…. one that would shift my brain out of the looking glass and back into the real world.

At times I wish I could just conform, but even if I woke up one day and turned over the same leaf as everyone else I couldn’t conform. My past history of non-conformity would still be with me, and it would prevent such a path from being taken.

For instance, my lack of experience in anything that could be considered a real job would make getting a normal job impossible. I know, because I have pursued such avenues without success…. just sucking.

Sure it would be nice to have a steady income, and my own place and all such stuff that would go along with conformity…. but the real reason is that I look damn good in a suit.

Or so it is said….

Picture peer pressured into coming here from over there.