Sometimes, I just cant deal with this
I wonder if I could just put myself in a room ... with books, hundreds of books ... and an even greater number of note books ... forever
I could just do math and learn forever
Would I be unhappy? Would I know what else is beyond the walls to be happier about? That would just be it for me ... my walls and my books and my thoughts.
Why is that form of happiness so looked down upon?
Why do people say that I need interaction, which can cause so much hardship?
If my universe is just me, then I know what everyone in it is thinking. I would know what is right in my universe ... what is wrong.
I just remember that the King of Pointland was the happiest one alive.
I could just do math and learn forever
Would I be unhappy? Would I know what else is beyond the walls to be happier about? That would just be it for me ... my walls and my books and my thoughts.
Why is that form of happiness so looked down upon?
Why do people say that I need interaction, which can cause so much hardship?
If my universe is just me, then I know what everyone in it is thinking. I would know what is right in my universe ... what is wrong.
I just remember that the King of Pointland was the happiest one alive.