A peek Into Mr. Curran's Mind.

Honestly, with Wikipedia out there, why on earth would anybody read my blog? What here can fascinate a man beyond the means of, potentially limitless, on-line, encyclopedic, knowledge? I recently re-discovered my old blog from a few years back. It seems so ridiculous now.

And now I'm, quite literally, sitting in the dark, facing a bit of the universe, and wondering why I should have to be sitting in this particular direction? Who knows? Who cares? And what is the meaning of life?

{I envision a situation involving me meeting Life face to face and asking (as if it were a naughty child), "What is the meaning of this?" Quite jokingly, of course: You can't just walk around asking very busy people very silly questions.}

So, this brings us back to the question at hand - Who of you out there read my blog? I know of a few, but my blog counter turns up ridiculous numbers of hits in the multi-thousands that can't really be accounted for. Feel free to leave a comment.

One of these days I'm going to make some friends in The City to do things with.

My life has taken a bit of a tragic turn, and I'm settling a bit. I'm really not meant to settle, I think. It's uh... well, think of the children.

WHERE HAS ALL OF THE ABSURDITY GONE? where are the reckless good times, followed by the wrecked bad ones? What can we bond over if there is nothing left in the world?
What can we bond over if we are not left in the world. We box ourselves away, and create these shells that merely serve to facilitate the mode of existence that we've most recently become comfortable with. And the walls keep coming up.
And, experiences aren't so awe-inspiring anymore because they fit into our compartmentalized minds just as our psyche(s) directs them to.
Can someone please check the foundations? Why are they so solid? When did this happen, and why wasn't I told?

I am always at unease, lately. I dread stagnation. And, now I see what a profoundly deteriorating effect it has on the attitude. I think I'm just bored.

But how can I be bored amongst all of these clever social interactions? You never know which people are completely aware of cause-effect relationships, and how they can manipulate them. And, if you are aware of their awareness, you have to calculate it perpetually to stay one step ahead. It's interaction math, and the question is: When does it get to the point where you can't evaluate the worth of a word or action in your head anymore? When do you need a pen and paper? Is it worth it to be so neurotic? Not, I think, but it's always a good idea to have something to write with, just in case. (i.e. taking notes)

And, now I have work in the morning, which is really strange to me. And, the people I feel closest to don't necessarily reciprocate. And I'm cold because it's summer but the air-conditioner won't turn off. And timing is always an issue. And I'm bored with life at the moment, and prefer to re-read a book. And, I'm too clever to be blissful, but not quite clever enough to be satisfied with these assertions .

So, is the cat in the box dead or not?
(it doesn't work like that)