What Would Happen...
If I stopped with the provocateuring, posturing, and poking of political mores around arts, sexual culture. If I looked shocked at the entendres lobbed my way, and didn't return the volley?
If I ate what I wanted when I wanted, and didn't give a good goddamn about how I looked? If I stopped exercising, knowing where I was going to wind up in the end, anyway?
If I stopped being nice to people, trying to help or be there for certain someones, if I stopped giving a shit about what people thought? Why be kind?
Would I be happier than I am right now? Fatter, dustier, fuller, more boring, more still? Would it matter even if I was? I doubt it. Knowing me, I'd find something to be dissatisfied with.
Sometimes I just wish I felt like there were people who really knew me, I guess. I know me though, and that actually isn't the best idea is it ;)