Is there something wrong with me?

For some unknown reason, every time I think I've had an original thought or I reckon I've seen something unusual or read something different it's like I've discovered a new planet or whatever. This excitement is only matched by the horror that is my sudden disinterest in this new discovery. I like a certain amount of rebellion, and the notion that I, me like, could come up with something new just excites me. 

I rebel against the status quo (not the band 😳), the authorities, though I've never had a run in with either them or the law, and pretty much everything others think is fab and hip and 'like' soo cool. I can't stand the idea of being ordinary and unremarkable. And why do I have to be ordinary anyway? It'd be a boring world if we were all carbon copies of the same old boring shite.

Through the years I've discovered that I have the ability to be truly great, or not. It's the certain knowledge that success or failure in is my hands that makes me cocky. I'm not always confident. I don't do well in social situations. Not because I'm shy, because I couldn't be arsed. It's the rebel in me that takes over and I end up standing apart. I'm so used to it now that I find my own company fascinating. Some would say I'm introverted, I'm not though. I'm just a rebellious isolationist cocky sonofabitch...