stood beneath an Orange Sky

I know it's been nearly a month since my last post and that pretty much sucks.

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Returning home late every night of this week is a starting to mess around with my head again. It's just that warm dim glow of streetlamps throwing everything into distinct divisions of either orange or black, either light or shadow, but I wish everything could just be that simple.

Although, I have (very maturedly ha ha ha) concluded that if life were any less complicated it would be boring.

So!

Life = twisted inscrutable mess that is interesting.

Therefore I go so far as to make a resolution that I will Enjoy My Life (TM). Or rather, try as hard as I can to. To achieve this, however, I would have to stop thinking. To stop thinking would be to embrace the superficial, surface aspects of the world (such as mindless partying, wealth and airheaded giggling) so as to ignore its brimming flaws.

So there: I have a problem. I am supposed to be Enjoy[ing] My Life (TM) but I'm not sure I can stop thinking. I have a feeling my kind of thinking is like a subconscious activity that goes on in the fuzzy backstage of my brain.

When the fuzz clears out I get an epiphany.

Hmm I think I'm out of point now, I was talking about streetlamps.

What a random post.