My mind wanders, and when it wanders I have a hard time catching up to it. However, the great thing about not being able to catch up with your thoughts is this: if you never can catch up to them, then you always have something to strive for. The understanding of oneself is a glorious concept, but the hunt for a true understanding is a real bitch.
Tonight my mind wandered at dinner. After watching the musical a bunch of us went out to eat and after a while I found myself thinking. Thinking about thinking. My mind wandered to the point where my wandering mind wondered if it was actually wandering. Maybe that's a sign that it wasn't wandering, instead a deep understanding and realization. Or maybe not?
After I got home I found myself extremely angry. Angry at a person I've never met. Met him or not he's a piece of shit that I wouldn't hesitate to punch him in the face. My mind was running and I realized I had no hope of interpreting my thoughts yet. I got myself so worked up and enraged that I had to do pushups until my arms gave out.
I like nights like that. There's something intense about working your body raw to the point where you can no longer support your own weight. After 300 or so pushups that's where I was... Laying on my floor, thinking.
"When my arms can no longer support myself, they'll still be able to hold you."-Me
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