A Very Speedy Train of Thought

In an attempt to write a blog post that doesn't not involve the words 'I wish' and 'I'm sick of', I'm typing this down. It's also my way of endeavoring to be more coherent, since I really do feel like I'm not that good at expressing myself. Is it teenage angst stopping me or am I just not good at using words? Or is it my unbearable brain that always gets in the way and messes everything up?

I get exhausted thinking about life and its meanings and everything it involves. It feels like a row of dominoes; one topples over and the rest follow. Why anyone would want to study philosophy is beyond me. It feels like strenuous exercise for the brain. And my brain is not interested in inflamed biceps, thank you very much. 

Hats off to you if you read this post. Double hats off if you read posts published on this blog on a more or less regular basis. Triple hats off if you don't mind how weirdly cryptic and badly expressed they are. 

And the final word is...randomness.