Ok, I need my blog again. I need to ventilate my heart, I need to empty that litter bin that some people use as a head, for proper thinking. Glitt is back.
So now what, was my thinking. The other day, I was studying and I figured I deserved a break to go do something else. And my mind answered my thought by "what else is there to do?" I guess that is a warning sign of being shit boring.
And yesterday, a friend was trying to teach me a game. I didn't even give it a proper try before I decided it was not worth while. WHY? When did I turn this boring? Asking myself that question, I have actively searched for something fun to do. And there is nothing that comes to my mind, that I think of as fun. I sure hope this is temporary and that I can do something about it fast.
What do I think is fun? I mean, I like running, because it makes me feel good, but funny? Not really. I write poetry of free will, but it is an urge to put words on a paper and I'm not sure that's too funny either. Watching comedies make me want to go and get my life sorted.
Ok, fun. Any input is good. Until then I will pause studying and read a book. It's not funny, but good.
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