Random nothingness, thats all thats going through my head. Everything and nothing, and it makes sense in some sort of wierd fashion. But only to me, I tend to spend the majority of my deep convos explaining myself or even just trying to make it come out coherantly. Everything I say sounds good in my head, all my actions are justifiable there. But then reality comes knockin and I look around and people are staring or just looking at me with the same “Ooooooook” look as they desperately try and escape from my presense.

Most times I find this amusing. But today its making me feel alone, like nobody in the world can even really begin to understand me. People ask whats on my mind and I tell them, most often the response is wow I was just thinking of this. They wonder how I can have so many things running through my head yet work carry coherant convos and even try and figure out the meaning to life.
( BTW it involves a paper clip, a yin-yang, and a paper mache donkey, yeah doesn't make sense, but who thought the answer would be 42 )

I think I'm a lot less complicated that others or even myself seem to percieve me. But I do always have a lot on my mind and tend to get distracted easily. Colors tend to entrance me as does rythmic movement. You figure I would be more likely to watch porn if that was the case *chuckle*. But I don't I see beauty in rythmn and colors wierd but I see things differently appearantly. I can spend afternoons just watching the polar bears at the zoo. I can also just spend it watching people walk by and live life. I have no idea what I”m saying except I needed to ramble. Just kinda just well try and explain myself, though I'm not making much sense. We need more randomness in this world