Give Me Convenience or Give Me Death!

It's that time of the year again: very little sunshine and very many wet socks.
Enough about the weather, though, because that's a topic that's almost exclusively touched upon by people who barely know each other but are forced to converse (like in a transaction involving customer service).
This morning I woke up and got out of bed within the half hour of my alarm-clock going off. That's quite a rarity, especially of late.
Last night was interesting, if a bit irritating. I had a beer with Bella and Becca at Richard's Bar. The bar itself was nice in the sense that the music was at least 30 years old (much like the patrons, aside from the three of us), and that smoking inside was permitted.
Bella wasn't too thrilled to be at Richard's from the very beginning, and she let everyone know. On the bright side, though, I was able to talk to Becca for a while. She's a subtle elitist/narcissist, like myself. It was nice to meet someone has a very vain mind yet can intellectually put it aside to coexist with the rest of the world.
What else? Well, I on another hand: I often complain about people witting around killing time. I think that time is very important and under no circumstances should it be wasted on mindless television or, y'know, things that don't require active thought or judgment. The past week or two, though, has seen me fall into a cycle of hypocrisy. I've put down my books and parked my ass on the couch to watch ten minutes of Major League or the end of The Untouchables. This runs counter to what I believe, but begs the question: if mindless is counter-productive, what is my "productive" self working towards?
To answer this question simply, I could say that my mindset (or "ideal" mindset) is working towards actively reaching some kind of self-actualization... but doesn't everything I do lead me down that road? I mean, if I sit around and watch a Campus PD marathon all afternoon, does that not effect how my mind forms? If that's the case, should I follow every urge I have?
What about conformity? In itself, conformity is kind of a sickening idea, especially when extrapolated past examples include Bieber Fever and Nazi Germany. Does the fact that I occasionally conform (for instance, I watched a lot more hockey when the Blackhawks were good and everyone else became a fan) taint my whole persona, or does my dissension in more relevant aspects make me not a conformist? And is a non-conformist a person who refuses to conform to anything, if nothing more than for the sake of not conforming? Is that worth it?
Whatever. This world is based on people conforming because of the perception that they have to, whether it's to eat their next meal or to avoid being ostracized. It's a crock-pot of shit, really.