The Obscure

Aha! Now, I assume you all have read the lyrics to the song that is plastering the walls of my life at this very moment that preceed this post. If not, I will pause a moment in writing and then continue.
...There!
The Grabban Zee Babban of Eurodeluasia once told me that there is no true path to happiness, that happiness is more like an answer to a question that we can ask when we are wise enough to know how to phrase it. I thought this a very peculiar thing indeed, and I told him so. He said that most people do, and that's why there is so much misery in the world these days. That shut me up, and I've dedicated my time since to figuring out how to ask for happiness in some less than obvious fashion.
It has become apparent to those in a position of power that I am moronic in all things philosophical and that true enlightenment shall evade me till my dying day.
To these things hurled at me by naysayers, I shall emulate the Grabban's regal example by saying, "Feh." and going about my business.

Who, you may wonder, is the Grabban? Well, I made him up, a long time ago. A character I pulled out of my muddled mind so that I could write the biography and philosophies of a great thinker. What is the Grabban? The Grabban is a revolutionary leader in Eurodeluasia, beginning in the Year of the X (confounding, no?) he is physically grotesque, without arms or legs--contorted, like so many others, by the radiation required to run the robots of the Society. Mentally he is immense, and in school he had ambitions of serving the Society in the name of science. After witnessing the murder of his parents at the hands of anti-mutant rallyists, though, he lost a bit of his sanity. He has devoted his life since to leading the mutant revolution against the humans and seceding from the Society that had abused him so.
This has all been written extremely quickly, but it is part of the idea for the graphic novel I want to put together. Unfortunately, I have no motivation to actually do it. Also unfortunately, it's not a very good idea.
They should just skip ahead and give me an Eisner. I don't feel like putting in the effort, but I want the damn recognition!