ihavebeenfloated

There’s an analogy here, about swimming in a lake and getting swept out into a river, my body bouncing off the rocks, not so much swimming anymore but getting sucked along a torrential path of doom and fear. Except, my body is actually bouncing off the rocks, it’s like I’m made of NERF. And the doom and fear is more like excitement and fun. I guess, all in all, nothing is at all like a lake and a river, everything is dandy.

But, when things get shitty again, I’m totally using the whole lake/river analogy.

I guess a good question is why did I think of all that, even if it has nothing to do with me? I guess I just like to think of and hold onto shit like that. You steal it, you die, but really, what is an original thought? Probably aren’t any, just people who write them down first. What’s the chance of being first in the age of the internet? There is probably someone out there, who, five minutes ago, wrote the basics of what I’m writing right now. Monkeys, keyboards, Shakespeare, and all that jazz.

I hate it when things are good, because there is nothing to write about. There aren’t any cancers (human cancers) eating away at my mental health. Last night was awesome. My phone battery died overnight and I was panicked about missing calls. Yeah, that’s about all the torment I’ve dealt with in the last couple days.

I’m peachy. Be peachy.