There's bound to be a normal, down-to-earth guy that will end up emerging as the dominant Me. He's a little less manic, a little less depressive, a little less sober and chemically dependent. He's joyous and simple and grateful and riddled with the unwavering faith in himself. He's probably quiet, he's probably social, he's probably terse, and definitely vocal.

In the meantime, I will gladly accept and embrace the ennui of day-to-day routine. I'm not going to bother reading the reviews of my life so far. I always knew that I could find comfort and luxury in the monotony of my own design.

I find that there is severe beauty in days when nothing extraordinary happens.