It's been called insanity, foolishness, imaturity, childlike, infantile, fetilish, gutsy, ballsy, tough, stupidity, awe-imspiring, and once... moxy. What is it I'm talking about? Stunts that I've pulled. The list includes such things that most normal people wouldn't even think of doing, let alone pull them off in a collection that is my life. The question is, why do I do it? Why do I risk my risk my dignity for such outlandish accomplishments? Integrity, you say? Well, that's part of it. I mean, I'm doing what I enjoy, at the expense of no one but myself, but there's more than just being capable of doing what I say I'll do all the time. There's more than just the follow through and that's what I'm trying to get at. I can follow through on just about anything I say, and the only exceptions or hesitations are made known at the time. Other than that, I'm capable of anything, perhaps because I don't have anything tieing me down to reality. As such, the world may be in trouble. Without any sort of focus, a guiding light, I could very well go out of control and do harm to others. I probably won't, but here's the snag. I'm the kind of guy that if I met the right girl, and she was into some radical organization, I could very easily turn into an eco-terrorist, communist, or guerrila literally over night. As long as I had things in common outside the organization, I am capable of donating my life to a cause not wholelly my own. Having nothing to stop me, a man with nothing to lose as it were, I could wreak great havok upon this earth, possibly even more. Whenever I have an idea, I can devote more time and effort to it than most other people I know. If I can do so much for mere passing fancies, imagine what I could do for a cause I believed in, something larger than myself. If I could find some meaning to my life, I could probably get into the history books.