I just cruised around blogspot for a minute and I've checked out a lot of blogs.

They are soooo much more interesting then my little dinky thing. People have so much more of a.... life then I do. There's so much more out in the world then my lame bubble. I keep forgetting this. Sometimes you just have to step out of your own realm of reality and see how big the world actually is. I watched that one movie called Earth. Wow. That movie was incredibly awe-inspiring. It brought to my attention how immense this universe actually is. Like, there's places outside of the U.S. There's things bigger than your house. I don't know how to explain it. It's hard. You just have to feel it to understand. I wish I could go outside and enjoy life more often. Instead I suffer from laziness and apathy. I just don't care. Or, on the other hand, I care too much. It's one or the other extreme.

I also read this book named "Our Town" by Thornton Wilder. Only reason I remembered all of this is because I've had to write multiple essays on it. My point here is that Wilder brought to the table a second opinion. He said in so many words that the simple things in life are actually the important ones. Those are the things that should be cherished. The everyday monotonous routine that we all complain of, that's where it's at.

I agree but I don't.

Like I said before; step out of the bubble.

I don't think you should hate your life though.

I'm always switching sides. I'm like a swinger. Aha.

I don't know. I guess I just write in this thing, not to show the world what I have to say (even though that's slightly it too), but to keep myself sane. These are the words that never seem to be able to come out when I'm talking. The words that swirl around in my head with no point until I type them (and even then they seem kind of jumbled). Who knows? The human mind is a tricky thing. If it doesn't tell the rest of the body what to do, you're dead.