Last night I woke up at about 11:30 p.m.
to the sounds of the computer beeping at me incessantly
. The power had gone out
. I stayed up to the ungodly hour of 2 a.m.
until the lights returned and I was able to set my pathetic excuse of an alarm clock
for 6 in the morning so as not to miss my buss
As the already doomed day
progressed I found myself falling into an apathetic
drain of emotion. I look in the mirror
and think of what a mindless drone
I must be to take on the opinions of the world without question or regard for how absurd
they may be. A sheep
. That is how I can be described. I am as mindless
and aimless as a sheep.
I find myself drowned
after book, constantly looking for a new outlook on life
to accept or to accommodate into my own ideals. Perhaps I devour philosophy
as a means to understand why I am standing here
. How am I meant to understand it though, when most cannot be objected to, but there is an equally witty thought that contradicts it
? The constant debate of who said what and what he or she meant by it is a constant battle of minds
of people who have none, and who have nothing better to do but squabble about giving credit too long dead philosophers
when their own ideas are usually snatched from the fools
who confide in them about their thoughts before proclaiming them to the public.
Who will write what next, and whom will it be stolen from? All the good ideas are gone
, so the intelligent outcast
s of our time find ways to rewrite what has already been said without adding anything new
. Sound like any place we know?