Ode To Pointless Babbling

I can't sleep. And of course, blogging seems like the only logical solution. So indulge your minds and I'll engage mine as I write.

Don't get too excited . . . yet.

Usually, by now, I'm pondering some issue, deep or insignificant, asking rhetorical questions that I always answer, and searching for the real meaning of life.

I'm sorry, but I have no life lessons or valuable truths to offer tonight. I come alone.

I'll be a bit open with all of you tonight. I think I'm a bit on the depressed side, but it's a mix between being annoyed with myself and feeling determined to rid myself of this depression. Nothing too extravagant, but a better word to describe my feelings: low.

See, I tend to have these moments where something bad happens - most of the time, it's something petty - but it pretty much fills the glass of bad instances that I've chosen to either keep my mouth shut in response to or refuse to react altogether for my sake and those sakes involved.

I think it spilled over a little tonight.

And then after there's that spill, I determine in my mind that I won't let these moments get the best of me, and I force my mind to accept what's happened and rise above the hard times. If only I were always so successful at inducing this response into my life. . .

Maybe only Charlie Brown understands. He had a few good words of wisdom, eh? Look up a quote by him sometime. He breathes the truth.

And now it's time for me to step off of my self-pity pedestal and return to earth to deal with the petty claims on my life to get annoyed, feel depressed, or pity myself. Life's too short to live on that thing anyhow.

I don't see how this post is worth showing to the world of my favorite five, but you were a great audience, nonetheless.

Bravo.