Pardon the disappearing act I've pulled recently.
Things are still a little unusual versus the familiar norm. I've failed to socialize with my friends and creating art is a longing I crave for.
So many ideas have come and gone, and I regret lacking my familiar tools that would have recorded them.
Oh well. Things will improve, I guess. I do have my twentieth birthday this Sunday, that's something positive.
May I spare my thoughts? You'll get a peak at my little thought process.
Leave now if you don't want to read it. There's nothing else I have to say after it...
It's almost bothersome to be a thinker. If you don't consider yourself a "thinker", take this as a bit of insight: IMAGINE THINKING OF EVERYTHING THAT IS UNNECESSARY. Stare at a brick wall long enough, I begin to wonder what could be done with said wall. I wonder what I could paint on the wall. I ponder the structure of the wall, the age of said wall. I ask myself what would the wall say? Are these things that people other than myself think about?
I'm not a strange person, but I've come to understand that some of the best people are a little strange; such opinion of whether or not "madness" defines greatness in people is objective, I suppose. My own standing on the matter is unclear. I think...
I think of too many things. For instance, I wrote a paper that sought to persuade the reader to understand that ART (as objective as it is) is a concept perceived by man and cannot be interpreted by a machine. (i.e the computer) The professor that ultimately read the paper claimed that I have "complex ideas", that sounds like a result of thinking too much if you ask me.
Yet, my willingness to share the exact words of the paper is unlikely (IT TOOK TOO LONG TO WRITE). Use your imagination, I guess.
Thinking too much isn't a bad thing, really. I feel that it's probably helped me pass my English comp II class (which was greatly literature based.)
Once, I had compared two boy-characters in two different stories. I choose to analyze the main character's conflicts both between themselves and another character, additionally their internal conflicts that motivated their actions.. Long story short, the professor raved over it to the class [in part, because it sounded like no one else chose the stories I picked....] and said I had brought up deep thinking and complex ideas. Now these were ideas I was convinced were obvious, but I guess not.
Weird.
I think too much.
I feel it sometimes reflects in my characters, but I believe that's something I'm not alone in committing. [Being throughout in character building, that is. It's hard and rewarding, but only if someone else can enjoy it. [LOL. JKJK]
My thoughts are cluttered. I think way too much.
I really don't mean to sound formal, but that appears to be how I write.
