I'm sitting at my apt tonight, eating tiny squares of a large bar of dark dark chocolate, one at a time. I've been thinking way too much lately.
The kind of thinking you do when you have too much time on your hands
and you dont have anyone to talk to during the day
I've come up with some funny inventions (which I must remember to write down) because that's what I do when I'm bored.
Mostly what I've been thinking about is how odd it is that the older I get, the less sure of anything I seem to be. Shouldn't it be the opposite? The more experiences you have and the more people you meet and the more places you go should help you to be centered shouldn't they? Is it only things that are familiar that give you a sense of stability? Can't you carry around the familiar with you and therefore never be unsettled? (Which begs the question, does the familiar have to be physical or can it be mental?)
This is what chocolate does to my brain.
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