I dislike conformity, fearing it is often used as a proxy for thought. A cop-out of sorts. Not that I'd recommend re-inventing the wheel constantly, but it's good to bear in mind why it was invented. My self-exhortation (muttered under breath) these days seems to be "think. Think. THINK dammit, THINK.

I fear I may lose my brain. It feels neglected. (see what i mean? blog entries tend to sound neurotic)