I was going to write something profound here this evening, but the more I think about it, the less profound I really want to be. Profound thought requires… well, thought. It requires an analytical mind and frankly, I’m tired of thinking about things all the time. I’m tired of analyzing every minute detail of every little thing and never coming closer to an answer.
But in order to retain my sanity, and in turn, my grasp on reality, I have to be this way… but I’m tired. I don’t really feel like my brain can keep coming up with new “workarounds” for my various problems, and I’m feeling like the butt of a huge cosmic joke. It’s kind of like God, in his wisdom (or lack thereof), decided, “You know, I need to come up with a human that will be miserable for his entire existance.”
And poof. Here I am.
Fuck. Who needs a drink now?