How could I change the life that I have?

How could I change the life that I have? should I

stop asking myself dumb questions and be proactive about making changes? I started moonwalking and singing "man in the mirror" while channeling my inner Michael.

I moonwalked right through the kitchen and out onto the back porch. I was barefoot, and slid straight through a group of snails, leaving a crunchy, slimy streak across the concrete

surface. In the moonlight I made out the words "Blue Invertebrate" in the slimy mess. Was my muu-muu too tight or was my mind playing tricks on me? From the outhouse I heard a

spine-tingling, hauntingly melancholy wail of a loon calling to its mate. It echoed across the pond as I wiped myself and exited the outhouse. I followed the messy slime trail to

a small dark cave in the woods surrounding the lake. The loons continued their spooky calls. I felt shivers down my spine. As I leaned in for a look, something brushed my

back. I let out a gasp. Near the cave, a child was sitting in the middle of a mandala made of millions of spaghetti strands arranged in a circle. All trees around her were flate

Was for the first time in a long time not being seen as an altogether not an uncool thing to be once again. Bigotry was lauded a new manifest destiny v.2.0.

Then the 3-toed sloth was hunted to extinction. "It's great sport because they move so slowly," said the bastard who shot the last one as he tossed the carcass onto a rubbish heap.