I have come to many small conclusions that are not initially rational or logically cohesive. One could argue that that sentence doesn't even make sense. I can hear my parents inside talk-yelling at each other and I hear a disrespectful tone of voice, or maybe that's just my dad talking to a customer. These conclusions have lead me to lesser instances of courageous action, therefore a coward to what seems like many.
"You're just searching for life," they say.
But these conclusions have made me mundanely courageous, ethically skeptical; a passionate 'autonomism'. The further I let myself stray from who I thought I was all these years, I stumble upon who I knew I was all along. Social irresponsibility overcomes me and I feel freer, smaller, deader, dreaming
