Do I take my life seriously?

Hell yes.
I need to. No regrets. Just doing what I feel is right.
Because there are “adults” that act like corrupted* teenagers. Someone has to be “the grownup” out of the bunch.
*Corrupted in the sense they should be Convicted Felons and the only real job outside of jail should be at a talk radio station on the AM band at 50k clear channel. At least in my area, thats where Felons get a job after.
I don’t feel ashamed acting like a white collared like person. I am sick and tired of so many laid back people who think there’s nothing wrong in the world. From heads of Port Authorities responsible for killing 3,000+ people to teachers who work with retarded people to help retarded people to “friends” who think that being narcissistic and “all about them” is perfectly fine, and not being fully aware about their friends in trouble to living life as invincible.
Maybe I was raised with ultra high standards. Maybe I wanted to “be different”. Maybe witnessing 9/11 and noticing the political aftermath did something, maybe noticing people that have low standards did something.
My blog might not make sense all the time, but at the end of the day, things interconnect someway or another.
But seriously, I think its time I need to look at my notes of finding appropriate therapists to get help. I think I am overly too psycho