Are 100 word entries really sufficient to convey my thoughts about whatever the hell it is that I’m thinking and feeling that day? Sometimes it feels like a damn mountain to conquer, sometimes I can hardly restrain myself from going over. Are those the days when I feel less like a valid human being and more like a robot? A stupid, foolish robot just going through the motions of life?
Sometimes I’m scared I’m a psychopath.
Then I remember that being scared of that is a very strong sign you aren’t. Still. It’s disconcerting at times to think that you just don’t get people. Or life. Or anything, really. Just kind of off in your own world, doing your own stuff.
Relativity is a pain.