i swear, there is some as of yet immesurable force in this universe that dictates everything that happens.
some days your just wake up and you know that it’s already not going to be the best day you’ve ever had. i don’t know if this mental attitude maybe sets you up for a self fulfilling prophecy, but i think that the attitude you have throughout the day just sets you up for how you’re going to handle the things you encounter.
today wasn’t terrible, but things just definatly keep going wrong. details are boring, but little things happen, they pile up on eachother, and all of the sudden, the day is over, you survived, only to start the next day with things pretty much back to normal.
Today is one of those anomalies that happen every couple months or so where the first and foremost thing on your mind is to go to sleep so that the day can be over, but of course, that’s the only thing that you can’t do. it’s strange, but it seems like there’s more to it than just a series of random events.
it’s all trivial in the end anyways. all the things that i do throughout the day, or crave to do, i can’t look back on it and recreate it. that pizza was really good today, but by the next day, would it have even mattered if i consumed it in the first place? i can only remember that it was good when i ate it, and that the next time i eat pizza, i’ll get one like that because i remember it as being good.
jesus, how many times have i whacked off? so many times to count, and impossible to keep track of. everytime i do it though, i remember it was good, i live in the moment for a bit, and then:
“well, that was fun, off to the next physical experience”
my brain feels like it doesn’t even uptake information anymore and my attention span is shorter than ever. i don’t even know how i’m still in school. everything i study is hammered in to be forgotten within a week.
my entire life is a vague recollection of physical experiences, studying, eating, sleeping, listening, fucking, loving, hating, and a whole menagerie of the things i can’t remember, or care not to. i keep going for the sake of going, and the question of “why”was thrown out awhile ago.
just keep going and something will happen, right?
i guess when the only thing to complain about in your life is complaining, you’ve thrown yourself into this infiniteloop of un-understanding, and there’s no end in sight, no where to run, no one to turn to and if you keep going for the sake of going, youwonder how the hell you got there in the first place, and what you’re going to do whenyou get there anyways, because you feel trapped, but not by something of your own design, seemingly something of someone else’s design, leaving you crippled and unable to actually go anywhere, because the lack of control that has always been there gets amplified by the roundabout questioning that invariably ends up at the same juncture that you started at with no understanding gained, no understanding lost, just a waste of time that seems terribly valuable since you are allocated a specific amount to do with whatever you want and if its wasted, it’s no one’s loss but your own and you’re the one who defines “waste” anyways and if you don’t keep going, maybe you should, because what the hell else do you have better to do?
that was kinda weird, i just hammered that out and it kept going. i wonder if my subconscious is trying to tell me something. the mental fatigue i’m experiencing probably allows my subconcious to rise from the depths and have some playtime for a bit, since the concious mind has no idea what is going on, and is too tired to care.
if that were true though, then i’d really hope that it would be alot more creative, and a lot less bitchy
what the hell am i going to do when i get there?