Randomization

I discovered that the more active I am on my blog, the less frequently I write in my diary. I risk losing a lot of memories this way. I must stop before it is too late.

I discovered that I think too much. I overthink, if there is such an activity. It’s not my fault that I can overthink. Lately, I have been overthinking above my average overthinking rates, and it’s giving me difficulty-breathing nightmares and skin-picking fits. It’s not a happy state.

I also discovered that what I have been suffering from for years and years is actually a form of mania. It’s called Dermatillomania and I have it. The knowledge that there are other people who have the same feelings is comforting. The knowledge that I have a mental disorder, a form of mania, is disturbing. I guess it’s romantic in a really skewed way, but whatever, who’s got time to be romantic these days? I want it to go away. Been wanting it to go away for years. It’s still here.

I am wondering why I am still awake looking at pictures when I should have been sleeping for the past three hours. I must wake up early tomorrow to go spend the weekend in Karak. I am promised lots and lots of BBQing and Pepsi, and many siestas. Maybe a chameleon or two, if I am lucky. Maybe I will fall and crush my skull on a stone, who knows.

I want to take a break that lasts a few years. I do not want to socialize with anybody during this time. Just relax in a library overlooking a beach and have an infinite supply of flavored soda and shrimp. I also want to have a fast internet connection and a personal masseur who looks like Craig Ferguson or Johnny Depp or the guy I had a crush on during my freshman year at college.

Then there is the question of personal destiny. People assume, if you are outspoken and independent, that you know exactly where you are headed. They wait for you to make decisions pronto, and they expect you to understand them fully. Little do they know that you are playing it by ear, just learning the ropes like the amateur that you are, all of your superficial extravaganza aside.

And what do you do? You feel stuck, uncertain, unprepared. Then you moronically blog about it.