I have been wanting to get this off my chest for quite sometime now. Sometimes the only obstacle between me and the absolutely smart and practical decision is my conscience who is convinced that the path filled with porcupines and tarantulas is the right way. If my conscience was a person and you just asked him to try to touch his nose for no real reason. He would twist his arm all the way round to the back of his head and then try to touch his nose from the other side of his head. Ofcourse, he’ll have some justification that you’ll end up believing because you aren’t as heartless as you are stupid. If you are me, that is. This is probably what I should answer when someone asks me to describe my life in a few words.