Jack Kerouac once wrote: "..the only ones for me are the mad ones, the ones mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing but burn burn burn like fabulous Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.."

Good for Jack Kerouac.

Me? I like people who calm the fuck down once in awhile.