Brain Dump

So, its half past midnight, I'm two meaitonin in, and I feel like I must empty my head in order for them to work. I have been rife with questions of purpose, existence, existentialism, and how to best make myself. Nobody told me as a kid I'd have the option/responsibility to shape myself as a man, yet here I am at the far side of my formative years, scrambling to put it all together. I think my latest caper is finding the question to the answer of life, the universe, and everything else, with the hopes that I don't disappear once I find it. The good news is I'm pretty sure I know what kind of man I want to become, and I've found out enough about myself to know what kind of man I've become, its... its that I'm still not sure how to go from one to the other, and what to do to keep the good and slough off the bad. I really need to finish working out what I want in life, and really figure out my standards. But that's something for tomorrow.