who what where when why how...and sometimes y...
I've been thinking alot lately about the "why" questions that I ask myself, and I've been thinking more and more about how circular they are. Because I can usually always find the answer- the "why"s always have a list of possible "because"s that follows. Circular, patterned thinking. "How" might be better. Maybe I ask why all the time because finding answers in places where things are so unsatisfyingly unstable is quietly reassuring. "How" doesn't always have an answer.
I think I like my brain pretty well these days. I've gotten used to it hanging around. Although sometimes I'd like to tell it to just shut the hell up and enjoy it's self in silence. And to tell you the truth, it can be incredibly retarded a lot of the time. Every time I think I have the tiniest thing about life figured out, I do something incredibly stupid that brings my ego back down to Earth and reminds me that I'm a pretty hopeless creature. "Obsessing bad, shutting up good" I want to tell it, but it does not listen. Not that I am really all that bothered by this, but I just think it’s maybe a way to check my head, as the Beastie Boys would say.
So now I'm going to go to bed, and I'm not going to ask myself why.
I think I like my brain pretty well these days. I've gotten used to it hanging around. Although sometimes I'd like to tell it to just shut the hell up and enjoy it's self in silence. And to tell you the truth, it can be incredibly retarded a lot of the time. Every time I think I have the tiniest thing about life figured out, I do something incredibly stupid that brings my ego back down to Earth and reminds me that I'm a pretty hopeless creature. "Obsessing bad, shutting up good" I want to tell it, but it does not listen. Not that I am really all that bothered by this, but I just think it’s maybe a way to check my head, as the Beastie Boys would say.
So now I'm going to go to bed, and I'm not going to ask myself why.