don't think

[yay4v]

I've realized I'm happier when I'm busy. When I have too much free time, I sit around my house and mope and eat and become depressed. When I'm busy, I feel productive and content. Perhaps this is because when I'm busy, I don't think. When I have spare time, I can think. I hope to God thinking does not equal unhappiness. I'm not suited for the life of a mindless drone. But when it comes down to it, I think I would choose happy idiocy over tortured knowingness. How horrible. Now, I do not advocate idiocy on any level, and I would never of my own volition become a vapid slug, but when faced with the absolutes of unhappy knowledge or blissful ignorance, I would select the latter. Tell me, why do the great thinkers kill themselves? They've discovered the futility of life, apparently.

I love my brain. I love to learn and I love to know. But the question is, can I handle the truth?