So I was thinking. Dangerous, I know.
If I very objectively look at my life and all the really cool stuff I get to do? It's pretty bad-ass.
In fact? If I knew someone who got to do the cool stuff I get to do? I would totally think they were bad-ass.
I don't think I'm bad-ass.
I think I suck. Ass, even.
I'm trying to figure out why this is. I'm trying to figure out why on Earth it's never enough. Why nothing is ever, ever going to be enough.
I don't get terribly philosophical all the time, as evidenced by the amount of times I use words like "douchelord" and "peen" in every day conversation, but I really think I'm kind of messed up.