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Tuesday, January 10, 2006

I thought I had a fairly good idea what my life is all about. But now I am confused. It sounds silly to ask, you know, questions like meaning of life and meaning of death. People have been at this ever since civilizatiion began. And we are about as close to the answer as the cavemen were.
Trust me. I am not going nuts. (Although sometimes, I am not so sure). What is going on. Why am I so badly confused.

4 comments:

RainStorm1212 said...

Well, I think I have an idea of what my life is about-- to suffer.

loner2 said...

I have been to your blog. I saw that you are sleeping more than you used to. Are you all right, rain? I mean, insomnia is bad, but getting cured of insomnia just like that is even more bad. I knew a guy who had this tendency to sleep more than he used to, and it turned out he was hypothyroid.

RainStorm1212 said...

Thank you for your concern, Loner. I don't think it's my thyroid. It's probably a combination of crashing and a bit of depression. I just wish this feeling would go away, know what I mean?

loner2 said...

Do I know what it means! I would say I do. I also know the feeling will refuse to go away. But you are a strong person, rain. You will get over this. May be it is fatigue and depression and all that extra bit of earnestness you seem to be putting into your work. Leaves you drained.

 
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