Kerouac gets it

I started reading "On the Road" by Jack Kerouac today. I think one statement early in the book sums up the funk I've been in.

"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are 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 yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"

That's me. I want to be around those people, and I want to be one of those people. Bottom line.