Why am I constantly analyzing and evaluating my life? Why am I never “truly” (in the sense that there is nothing I would change) happy? Why do I think everyone else is a fucking idiot… (am I the fucking idiot?). No seriously… There seems to be an abundance of stupidity in the world. Why do I feel like I always need to do more… be more… say more… have more…? Am I afflicted with the disease of excessive consumption that seems to plague our world? Why do I question my decisions, my path, my core, my soul? Why do I have to change multiple times before I am happy with an outfit? Why don’t I make dinner these days? Why can’t I step foot inside a church? Why am I so unpredictable? Why do I feel like my thoughts are abnormal? Why do I feel the need to get more tattoos? Why do I question the purpose of my life? That seems so cliche…. Why do I care what the purpose is?…
Why can’t I answer these questions but I know:
That the sky is blue because blue light from the sun strikes the air molecules and scatters and our eyes perceive it as blue.
Grass is green because it is envious of trees which are much taller and don’t get stepped on like grass does.
Tom Cruise is fucked up on scientology and is a total wanker.
Lack of sleep combined with drugs and alcohol can make you hallucinate.
Cap’N’Crunch used to cut the roof of your mouth and now it doesn’t… It was better then.
If you eat 15 or more sour balls your tongue will bleed.
Babies not only can be, but ARE manipulative despite what any book or person says.
768 miles = 1 235.976 192 kilometers