I've been thinking lately about the alternate title of Birdman, which is The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance.  And I've also been pondering how much easier life would be if only ignorance could be my most defining characteristic. 

During the years in which I prayed faithfully for cooperative hair, I should have been chanting instead for rampant unawareness and the ability to embrace the art of not knowing.  I should have cultivated the kind of mindset that never once entertained consequences or that focused itself on having consideration for others.

I should have never learned to care about the act of decency.

I should have never wasted the time I could have spent getting tan by trying to analyze my own actions in order to understand where I became complicit in my own pain.  I should have willfully ignored the motivations of the people around me.