Problems

So hey I was reading some other blogs and stuff (both here and on tumblr) and I saw my fair share of depressing ones. It occurred to me that the people most likely to read or write blogs on here would be people who would have problems like these with the real world and the (sometimes) douches who live there.

So I just felt that I should let you know that this place is different. Blogland is full of weird and wonderful people from all over the world who have the same book and fanfiction and other interests you do. You just have to look hard enough. And most (if not all) of us have been through what you're going through (or something similar). The key bit there being 'have been'. We've been to hell and back (twice) and we're still standing, so you've got to be able to do it. No one is left alone, because here we're more than weirdos and friends, we're a family. (1. I know that's cheesy but hey, sometimes cheesy is all you got left & 2. However, disfunctional we may be :D)

The Outside World

So hey. I know this is called wanderings of the mind but what about meanderings of the body? Does anyone else ever just want to get a plane to America or Canada or somewhere and just like go live away from the wot world for a few years? I know I do.

Just live away from the horrors of life (with maybe a phone to keep in touch with family) and go exploring new places and finding new friends. Or just go and visit all my online friends in all their little hidey holes. I think it'd be a good experience.

What about you peeps reading this? Any place you'd want to go?

The Duck King

Well hey two posts in one night. Morning. Is it night or morning at 12:25? Meh. The real question is do I actually give any ducks? No. No I do not. Because if I had any ducks, they would be mine, and you would have to pry them out of my cold, dead, hands. But then if I was dead I would like to think that the ducks would defend me to the bitter end, yknow? I don't know where this is going but I like the way it started. Long live the duck king.

The Midnight Hour

So it's past midnight and I'm writing. Never a good place to start. Unless you want weird stuff. Then it's the perfect place to start.

So I was wondering if anyone else has the same thoughts that I do, eventually coming to the conclusion that yes, someone out there must have similar thoughts to me. Or maybe a lot of people do. But then if a lot of people do, why have I never read my thoughts on those meme things on Facebook or whatever. You know the one I mean. The things with the thing. Yeah of course you do.

I eventually got to the conclusion that if everyone has the same thoughts, then they must also think that no one else has those same thoughts, so instead everyone pretends to have different thoughts to fit in with the fake thoughts of everyone else.

But then there must have been someone who actually has these fake thoughts as real thoughts because the fake thoughts of everyone would have needed real thoughts to copy off in the beginning, and I wondered if that person knew that everyone else was faking the same thoughts to fit in with theirs, and if so, why they didn't just stop. So whadya think?

Well, I did warn you that brains go weird after midnight.