Like a thrift store suit jacket.

I can't seem to get my head right today. It’s almost as if I woke up as someone else today, but I'm almost myself. I must admit that the concept has been on my mind for a while, who I am and have been. I drive down the streets with neon crosses that flash "Jesus saves" just a quarter mile from where they're selling single barrel scotch. Words of old philosophers and old theologies chase each other in circles in my head. It's wisdom, and pretention, and chaos, and folly. Have I forgotten myself along the way? Happiness is killing the warrior in me. Like a rusty machete in a garage of some aged adventurer; I've been places and I've seen things, though I am not what I used to be. Passions cross my mind often. The determination to care about things, any number of them, that the rest of the world wants to be muted. The question arises, am I being soothed to sleep, or was everything else the nightmare that I am waking up from? Do I possess the capability to be a regular human being? Passions. It seems that there are a increasing number of people who are terrified to have an opinion, and with good reason. To venture a stance is to face waves of aggression and isolation. The days where people could agree to disagree seem to be fading, and tolerance is a crow bar to pry people from their convictions. It is a steel baton that people are beaten with for their nonconformity. I, speak loudly because I'm no stranger to the isolation of unpopular opinion and I was built to endure oppression and abuses. As I drive I see a woman on the street with a huge smile on her face, twitching and flinching like she was being attacked by a swarm of invisible bees. She was happy in her infliction. I presume it’s the effects of some drug. Can I let apathy take me? Am I even able to induce that euphoric disassociation with the bigger picture? That ignorant bliss. I think of Plato’s cave and I know that there is no going back to ignorance and the truth is madness to the captives. Yet truth also is what breaks the chains of captivity.