The double-edged, suffocating blessing of having other people’s happiness depend on you…But then again, caring about others
is what makes us fully human; what disrupts this process of egocentric reflection and auto-exploration and self-justifying analysis that knows no limits. Existentialist ideals achieved via (almost involuntary) socialising.

Meanwhile, I’m trying to adjust to constant distractions. The phone rings. I’m forced to make up the focused answers I lack. Charlie the cat demands my attention. Tasks need to be completed. Now. My wardrobe is filled with someone else’s clothes- a hint, perhaps?
And of course, the heat is mind-numbing. Why do I feel more alive when I can’t think properly? Ignorance truly is bliss, but knowing without giving a damn is even better.

By the way, who gives Blogger the right to translate itself, and where on earth did this absurd greek word for blog come from?