There’s No Crying in Baseball

I was the Different Kid.

I often felt like I was on the outside looking in. I think I always sensed something Different about myself that I lacked the wisdom & experience to define.

As a teenager, I did everything to fit-in, but I never quite did… I knew I wasn’t crazy, but could reach no more-viable conclusion at age 16.

I eventually left the Suburbs for the City—wide-eyed & optimistic that I would find people with the same inclination to question the Way Things Are. I knew that the Authenticity, Passion, Obstinacy, Integrity, & Fearlessness I once stifled were in actuality the facets of myself I most cherished, no matter how unpopular I was as a result.

Life taught me that most people are ‘Sheep-le:’ They follow the herd, never asking ‘why.’ They mindlessly live as everyone does: without Intention or Purpose.

Original Thought is a rarity because people are so preoccupied with being Socially & Politically Correct. Instead of differentiating themselves, they regurgitate News Headlines & Pundits’ Political Rhetoric because it is so much easier to be told what to think than to THINK.

I judge based on Accountability, Ambition, & Competence, rather than Net Worth & Possessions.

Purpose is the most essential element of life, for without it, there is no passion & without passion, isn’t it just killing time?

I could never live life in the Middle…

I live for things like Joie De Vivre, Spontaneity, ‘Squeaky Wheels,’ making a Ruckus, making Love, LOUD Music, Soft Music, Jew-Fros, laughing Babies, Bagels WITH Cream Cheese, Sushi with Extra Ginger, gratuitous use of Exclamation Points, Irony, Sarcasm, Big Words, & Self-Expression.

These things make me happy & feed my soul—I don’t need a Closet of Clothes, Fancy Car, or a Mansion in Suburbia for that.
Perhaps the elusiveness & intangibility of that which makes me happy render me ‘complicated.’

But complexity & challenge keep life interesting…

…and without complication, I’d be bored…