The Penalty Clause.

Irony. for some of us it's a cosmic joke for being too nice, too miserable, too stuck-up or maybe just too damn naive. but then there's always the unavoidable fact that a few steps down 'im not sure what im doing' lane and you've become the very thing that you had sworn to hate for all eternity. you don't even realize what you've become till its staring you in the face, triumphant. kinda reminds me of the black spider man or even the black swan, anything that deals with ridiculous inner-self mutation. it's all too easy, you know, being wrong, especially when you're in a terribly interesting and at times amusing battle with yourself since the beginning of time. it's not really as simple or as human as an identity crisis, as Hannibal lecter said 'it's psychology is a thousand times more savage.'