Rules

Check. OK. Stop. The brain is turned on and the nerves are exposed, raw. I'm ready. So sitting on the plane the other day waiting to take off I got to thinking...rules, age. this may be the ramblings of a person on the eve of 40 (a pivotal year/age) BUT I'm thinking "rules". Why? well I follow a lot of them, even make up my own...I like to have parameters. But I was thinking, "I'm getting there...age that is" and what is to stop me from doing the things I find interesting? Nothing really, just good old-fashioned rules created by other people and and me. I wanna have a certain youthful outlook on life...I do as it is. I'm crazy sometimes and to the most beloved people in my life I show them this side of me, but so much of my time is spent in front of people I don't know, but are responsible for their success and in front of people I don't know at all. So, good God, why would I spend so much of my time away from people I love, respect and adore? This just occurred to me BTW, but, damn, that's kind of depressing. So back to the physics of life and operating parameters... Back to the place of Las Vegas. This is something I have to say, "this place makes me feel like a genius, a god and all-around superhuman". The average intelligence, operating parameters and morals of this place is so low that the least amount of effort leads to an elevated mode of living and I may NOT leave here. You put me in the general population of an average-size metropolis and I look silly, goofy and even bewildered. But here...I'm elevated and exalted to supreme being status. The humans here are so socially retarded, ignorant and backwards that a dropping tide lowers all boats but mine.