The 3 C's of classroom management? No,not exactly...

The time that you wake up, no matter what the actual time is, the moment you come to after a long restful sleep - that for me, has always been the best time for reflection. It's my most lucid moment. It's the juncture where Conscience and Consciousness are miserably duking it out - should I stay or should I go? That's where I fleetingly involuntarily submit to a state of clarity and weigh any personal dilemma I'm in. The answer miraculously dawns upon me at this point. Great!

Then I wake up. Somehow, Consciousness wins but later succumbs to Cynicism. Great.

Common American expression?

Swimming in a sea of banalities, I find dangerous amusement in predictability. I linger because the music is pop and it is guilty pleasure. Frosted clear ice panels hypnotize and offer no assurance of forgiveness from this dazed stupor of indifference. Sometimes I break the lullaby of a treacherous calm and protest to the humdrum of ordinariness. Am I alone in this doomed state of oblivion? Is there anyone else like me out there who questions the cycle of convenient existence?

Still, I'd rather foray into the shallowness of the normal and the safe because there exists my friends. And I can't leave my friends! No, not yet anyway.

So I sing and dance and take that trip to Jerusalem and pretend that truth is just a fucking farce. And life is an endless masturbation of vapid climaxes. Stop jerking me around!