A sobering thought: what if, at this very moment, I am living up to my full potential?
I worry that drugs have forced us to be more creative than we really are.
You don't know what it's like! Hyperactive twins! When they turned three, my doctor prescribed Ritalin -- I wouldn't dream of giving a drug to my children, but it does help when I take it myself.
Delusions of grandeur make me feel a lot better about myself.
What is reality anyway! It's nothing but a collective hunch.
Like what's the point being a health nut by day if you're a coke head at night.