I find people amusing yet completely uninteresting at the same time. Amusing that they are amused by the most simple things, and uninteresting as in they talk about the most uninteresting things. “I wish I was like you, easily amused” -All apologies by Nirvana.
My sentiments exactly.
Sometimes I’m like wtf is the point. There has to be a point. Maybe if I started drinking again and/or went off my meds I would become creative again and be a good writer again. After all what’s the point. Life is full of zzzzzzz’s. Sometimes I wonder why we go on as a human race. We take our consciousness very seriously. But for what? I’d rather be a cat. Why me? Why am I a human, something capable of such boredome. Why do I have to “fake it” to succeed, something I’m not capable of. I believe I am schizophrenia for everything I’ve said so far in this post. BECAUSE I CAN’T TAKE IT.