Thursday, 1 January 2009
05:25:55 PM (GMT)
You know at night, sometimes your mind just wanders and when it's already started,
you can't seem to stop it. You just keep thinking and thinking about whatever it is
you're thinking about. It's hard to explain... Anyway, that happened to me last night
(New Years Eve, and all), and I was just lying there in bed thinking about why I
exist. I know why, the birds and the bees, and all, but I don't know why.
Those sort of things are just so complicated, you get a headache just trying
to figure them out. I'm not smart, I don't have a 'way with words', like some people
I know[insert cough here]. But these things interest me, none the less, and I'll try
to explain what I mean (even though I don't, sometimes).
In the midst of all my 'highly intelligent' thinking, I stumbled upon existentialism.
Why do we exist?
The reason I stumbled upon this, which I don't do that often (in fact, not at all),
was probably because of the time of the day. At night, we sum up the events of the
day, the thoughts we've had and so on.
I'll continue this later, 'cause I need to get it out of my head. Right now, though,
I think I'll get something to eat.