Me

He lives in a bubble, everything just out of reach until the bubble pops; responsibilities, promises, plans and problems. All of these are of no consequence to him, he continues his life without a care in the world, on his plate is a steak, where others only have a slice of bread. And yet he lets the steak go cold and rot, wasting the chance of a meal for anyone at all, especially himself. He gets his kicks from humourless notions and trivial facts, the way the birds fly in motion, how leaves fly in the wind, just the wind itself. 

There may be no place in this society for him, but he can only know if he search's for it, whether that takes years or hours. His goal is to have offspring which he can make into better human beings, ones which can function easier in society, because he thinks he has no chance.