Category: 📔 Notes Soul

I hope I live until I'm 90 so I can post a photo of myself online where I can barely think anymore and people can look at it feeling good about themselves and thinking "What the heck was that ugly old fart even talking about, I am so much smarter, hotter, and richer than him".

You know that Michael Jackson song Man In The Mirror where he matures and realizes he shouldn't be a selfish jerk? I feel kind of like that, but more like I'm part of the problem of the world being so repressed, trying to be perfect, and not letting loose and having fun anymore.

I wonder if people like Ralph Waldo Emerson and Emily Dickenson would be posting links to their essays or poems on Twitter and Facebook.