embracing rationality and being quite mad

I'm deciding to stop trying to be consistent. It's a trap.

Because very little matters, it's okay that I'm a vegetarian who doesn't much care about animals, and loves eating things that swim. It's just fine that I eat mangoes shipped miles from who-knows-where while refusing to own a vehicle, insisting on taking my own packaging (even to take-out!), and dutifully collecting compost for the abandoned field near my home. It's not a problem that I believe in free love, and jealousy. It's fine that I live for exposure, but reveal details in tightly controlled doses through shrouded anonymity: intensely private and an exhibitionist. That I am intensely opinionated, argue on ethical issues till the bloody end, behave amorally, listen to anything, accept absolutiely any behaviour from those I love and strangers too - these things too are quite alright. There is no conflict in embracing rationality and being quite mad.