Random Thoughts of a Tired Mind
Is classical music a lost art form? Why do so few people enjoy it nowadays? Why is the fact that I enjoy listening to it occasionally laughed at?
Why do I care if people laugh at me?
Why am I so emotional? Is there any way to keep from being so moody?
The ultimate irony: I think I am better than the average person, only to find I’m falling into the same patterns every other person follows. In this case, for example, reading into everything someone of the opposite gender says. Ah, I deserve to have my pride lowered a notch or two…
Why is it that I act and think so differently when tired? I’m sure there’s a very good psychological reason somewhere…
I love chocolate pudding. Isn’t it great, folks?
Why am I always thinking about myself? Is this how others’ thoughts go too? Or am I simply an abnormally self-centered person?
I love games. I wish people were around right now so we could play something. But I guess the old adage is true: all play and no work makes Jack (or Jill) a slow quirk? Something like that…
I really should read more classics. Any suggestions?
Now I should really quit. And maybe even get a life. And…*gasp* Maybe even SLEEP! *audience gasps in horror*