The Twelfth: Night

At night, you think about things more. I don't know whether it's the dark, or the fact that you're on your own (well some of us are), but everything tends to just culminate into a giant rolling stone of thoughts. In recent times, I think more about things than I should. Overthinking would be the correct term.

A friend told me today though that I "shouldn't keep unnecessary thoughts in my conscious if they don't need to be there". It makes so much sense now that I think about it, but it's easier said than done. I can't stop thinking. Thinking is just so easy, and addictive. And I don't mean just thinking about anything. I'm talking about the kind of thinking that leads you down really philosophical paths of memories and the future. It's scary. How many times have I said a conjugation of the verb 'to think' now? 9 including the one I just mentioned. I wish I could stop. I want to get rid of some of the things in my mind that might not need to be there.

But that's not how this works, is it? Sometimes I wish that I could simply make things go away, or go back to a 'normal' way of dealing with life. Obviously I'm not going to spill my thoughts onto the web, but writing things like this down actually helps. Maybe in the future when I make something of myself, which I will, someone will scroll back through pages of my mindless babble and actually learn or appreciate something from all of these posts.

Alternatively, no one will read them and this blog will get thrust into oblivion.

Either way, I won't stop writing them.