I'm a philosophical moron.
But I have to admit, when I'm in one of "those" moods, ranting all the bloody bullshit I've figured about life, I give pretty good advice.
Maybe I should become a counselor! (Shit man, I have no idea what to do with life. But on the other hand, I'm better off than a lot of people I know.)
I don't know what the point to this post was!
In Love With Life