Conversations With Myself

It seems as though writing is one of the things I look forwards to most throughout my day. Writing these silly little things, scribbling haikus on my lecture notes, coming up with little quips -- it's so rewarding to have a product of creation that is so easily touchable. I doodle, yes, but those usually get thrown away. I find that it is so infrequently that I ever throw away anything I write down. Hence, the large compiling of shit in my drawers.

I've taken to writing as a way of talking to myself, sorting out the tangles, reminisce about my day, old times. I don't have to explain an entire backstory to anyone; I know all of the details, and all that is left is the enjoyment of reflection and even enjoyment in the amount of effort i exert in piecing together the puzzle. Sometimes it feels as though I can't see the picture. Did you ever used to do that when you were younger? I was obsessed with puzzles when I was younger (still am when I have the time to do them), and whenever I completed a puzzle a few times over I would try to do it up-side down so that I couldn't see the picture as I was putting it together.

I'm not the most talented writer, but what the hell, I do it for myself. I used to keep a journal years back, and so I guess this is it now.

I also find that this allows me to pose questions to myself. When nothign silly has happened in my day, I need something to talk about, and it makes me think about what is it that's on my mind, and what I want to say. I think that's why I enjoy it when people ask me questions. When I ask them back
as well. An inquisative manner of discovering people is a way I tend to prefer. Hell, I could sit down for hours with someone and just ask questions back and forth.

*yawn*

I'm incredibly exhausted.

Tomorrow is going to be an interesting day.

<3

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