In the words of the immortal AJ: I want to be a conformist when I grow up.

Why is it that everyone assumes that what you wanted to do when you were young is what would make you happy? How many people really have the faintest clue as to what they even like and don't like in their teens or twenties? So maybe you wanted to be a wandering minstrel growing up, and maybe you never got around to it because you couldn't sing to save your life and you didn't like going from place to place or you were too damn lazy to look the word "minstrel" up in the dictionary. Oh horrors! Maybe you lived your life anyway and did what everyone else did, and went to parties and school and got a job and a wife and kids and a house in the suburbs, where, contrary to what the United Nonconformists of this world and rabid American Beauty fans will declare in unison any chance you give them, some people are happy without having the life sucked out of their souls. And maybe, God help us, you're one of those people, poor you with your house and your job and your family and your routines and meals and outings, and still dperfectly happy to just fit in. You'll never be alternative enough, you'll never master cool, who gives a shit? Stop whining and making yourself feel vaguely guilty for something you've never wanted. Stop making excuses. Maybe you have just what you want.

Maybe it's all you need.

[the length of my sentences is inversely proportional to the amount of sleep I've had]