Do you delve deep into yourself to find out who you truly are, or do you delve deep into your dreams to create an idea that you call yourself?
It’s all a bunch of words. Words, words, words. It’s amazing how little people say so much of the time. Have you ever spent time around people who compulsively jabber? It’s like they need to fill in all the empty space with meaningless noise, as if they’re terrified that they might stop existing if they don’t. Or that you’ll forget about them. My team lead at work is like that. I can only play the receiving role for so long before the smile cracks and I have to go stand in a quiet corner and hyperventilate. My facial muscles hurt from the strain. And it just goes on, and on, and on, for 12 hours every single day. I’ve called off one day every week for the past three weeks and I’m not even tired from the work. It’s the constant, mind numbing chitchat. Everyone everywhere I go does it. Everyone at home does it. Can nobody sit and enjoy the quiet for five minutes without having to make more meaningless word sounds? This planet is so incredibly annoying sometimes. I like cats more than people. I don’t think I need to explain why.
Here’s a smile-cracker that stood out last night: If you have to lay down and go to sleep, do you stand up when you wake? No. Bad. Stop that.