Alcoholism and the Olive Grove lifestyle, truly the most destructive mix.

However it is purely consistent of me to pursue that which is self-destructive. Something within me is hell-bound on destroying myself. I guess in this way I identify a great deal with Bill Clinton. An extremely intelligent man, versed in the practice of rhetoric ( duly so, he was a lawyer after all ), talented and able to do anything he set his mind to, was unfortunately, and quite anti-intuitively, familiar with the notion of self-destruction.

There is no place for Renaissance in our society today. The ability to pursue with excellence a wide range of things in a multi-disciplinary format is shunned; albiet given lip-service. Perhaps my resistance to the University system and the socially acceptable practice of being "categorized and functionized' is partly responsible for behavior that can be construed as self-destructive. However I have to examine the issue completely and look at the other side of the coin.

Perhaps I am not self-destructive at all. Perhaps it is only a label applied to those that refuse to be easily defined or placed within the walls that society builds for us.

Yet I think this consideration is not worthy of much plausibility. Constructive existence relies almost entirely on social function, and being as such, this implies one would have to make himself socially acceptable.

These are only topical kernels of an argument I wage with myself everyday, and by no means is the issue resolved. If it is true that time will tell all things, then I have that at least to look forward to, and I will do the only thing I can. That is, I will live my life as best I can and do only that which I think is to be right.

humorous as it may seem, the only dream I remember is listening to the theme of Family Ties over and over.