What's in this shell I call a man?

I am called weird among many other things. I stop and smell the roses, I stare and the sky and wonder what it is to fly, and then I try. I am by no means like people want me to be. I see the world how I like and am not driven to one thing or another by any means. I am sure advertising temps me to get new shoes or drive that flashy car, but I am not the normal person. Their advertising has little affect on me. I think it has something to do with being rasied by video games and dreamers. I could not tell you one word of wisdom my mother or father ever gave me. I could not tell you any stories about how I learned by their example. All I know is what I am today, and who I wish to be tomorrow. I know that this came from them and those video games they let me spend hours on each day. I talked with a friend the other day, but I think I learned something from her that I never thought of before. I have been told many times that I have a hero complex, well it came out in the conversation with her that "maybe I'm just trying to gain a level". Well it might sound chessy, but maybe that is what I am doing. I am the hero in my own life story. I am not always happy, but I'm not always sad. With any good story there are ups and downs, the odd thing how ever is that I enjoy all the feelings I feel. I was angery the other day over something that I felt right to be mad over. Christ never said anger was wrong, heck God kindles his anger all the time, but the diff is that his is rightous while mine was confusstion base. I care for people I swear I do, I just have no follow though. Well today is gone and so is tomorrow. The road goes on continuting to narrow, and I'll walk it stright as an arrow. This is not the path that you might think, nither right nor wrong, simpley the path that leads to who I wish to be. This elosive man that I can not find, but contine to search all the time.

oh and have a great day.