Fuck it and conforming. Fuck being like every other typical corporate bastard. I will keep my piercings, I will get more tattoos. I will not conform to the beliefs of “acceptable” or “normal”. I will be myself and I will be successful.
I go out to the driveway to smoke and play guitar because it’s nice out. I sit down, light my cigarette and begin playing. After a few minutes of playing I notice something crawling next to me. I look closer to realize its a spider. Normally I will kill them on sight. But this time I decided not to. I continued playing and a moment later the spider stops moving. I don’t know why but I still left it alone. It stayed motionless as if it were listening to me play. It was an odd, peaceful moment where I was coexisting with one my biggest fears.