Whatever.

I came to the conclusion that I don't really want to keep repeating my psychological state here because it bores the Hell out of me and just depresses me even more. So instead I'm just going to ramble about various topics that I rampantly pick out of the blue.

Now, a birthday and one horridly boring assignment later, I sit in a caffeine-induced state of sleepless mania, trying with some febrile measure of desperation to find something to think about. Well indeed there's a lot to think about. But is any of it really worth it?

Who cares.

The other day I saw something that perplexed me somewhat. It's not that I hadn't seen anything like it before, but this time I actually stopped to think about it. At the local train station, which I frequent, almost every morning I see the same 50-year-old-ish man standing there trying to hand out pamphlets for Jehovas Witnesses. First of all, almost no one is at all interested. I once heard some guy say that to be a Jehovas Witness is to know hate, and I think most of us can agree that they're bloody annoying. We're talking about a decadent sect who don't believe in blood donation and frequently predict the end of the world, and then, when the world does in fact not end, make some absurd claim to justify their logic. I'm not sure I truly believe that it's healthy faith that drives a man to stand at that station every morning...
*Feel the thought hanging in the air*

In other news, Roland Barthes is the devil. No, please don't look him up.