Not really. I mean, I have ideas, allusions, inspirations, but despite my love for all things organized and categorized, I personally swirl about in a semi-solid cast of decisions. No map, just taking things as they come, with speculations abound. I don't know anyone who has a plan, or that actually sticks to one step-by-step, maybe those gloriously dutiful people exist somewhere out there in the blogosphere or maybe they too are a myth like the Loch Ness or Lindsay Lohan's comeback.
I'm clever, but not nearly clever enough and I do know that I can toe the line of being cloyingly precocious. The kind you want to punch in the teeth. I like to think of myself as intellectually capable, but I wish I had genius. Genius is sexy. Genius makes money.
(On the other hand, genius can also mean that one minute you are an unbelievable chess champion, the next a bitter, old anti-Semite, like the late Bobby Fischer. I, on the other hand, am a really nice person, is this my trade-off?)
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