Titles are seriously overrated says this privaleged white american youth

I have pledged to become
Among other things in the past twenty years
An archaelogist,
An Olympic fencer,
A novelist,
A poet,
A rock star,
A good boyfriend,
A good brother,
A good son,
A good man.
It took me twenty years to realize,
That I was full of shit.
I mean, I made myself these promises
When I didn't have any clue on how to make good on them...

I come from a rich heritage of fearing the dark,
Leaving a light on when I go to sleep,
And always having someone else look under my bed.
Lately the thing I've been fearing...
Is becoming a parody of myself.
To reach a point where I can't discern whether or not I'm sincere about
ANYTHING
And to fall into a pit of apathy
While I'm telling you this right now I want you to imagine me
Smiling, laughing
I want you to be unable to decide
If I'm serious or not
I want you to share in my confusion