Little by little I am getting better. I’m not sure what I’m getting better at or from. I just know that I am getting better. That’s cool, right? I mean, it’s better than getting worse. How many times can I say the word “better?” I think it’s five so far. Maybe I should have titled this post “better.” Eh, that’s okay, I’m going someplace with this. I think where I’m going is that I am going somewhere. For a while, I assumed that I was standing still. It’s not possible to stand still or pause time. Life keeps going and going. I sometimes wish that I wasn’t such an analytical person, but we are born into this world with a certain type of brain and if I wasn’t so analytical than I wouldn’t be a writer. I’m so hungry right now. No, literally, I am hungry and I need to make dinner. I’m not existentially hungry or metaphorically hungry, I’m legit hungry as in I need to eat. So why am I continuing to write this? I guess because there are still things to say/write. My mind hasn’t calmed down and it has some more words to impart to you. Not that they are wise words or anything but they are words. I think we can all agree that these are words right? They are words written in English.

It’s weird when random memories pop into your mind (or in this case my mind) but, you get the point. I wish there was a way to have a brain dumpster to dump the useless memories into. I would like that because I have a lot of those that I don’t actually need. I’m sure they think they are serving a purpose of some sort, but they aren’t. Come on, man. Someone invent a tiny dump truck that we can use to dump our memories into a brain junkyard. I wonder what would be at the brain junkyard. You probably wouldn’t want to go roaming around that place; I bet it would be scary and not like a fun haunted house type scary. It would be full of weird creepy memories from people you don’t know. That’s why the brain junkyard would exist: to throw out memories you don’t want anymore.

I’m still hungry, but I don’t want you to worry. I am making dinner soon and it’s going to be delicious. I don’t know what I’m making but I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that if you were here you would like it. Just let me know the next time you’re coming over and if you have any dietary restrictions. That’s important to know before I start making your food. One thing that I can guarantee is that there will be dessert. Why would anyone eat dinner if they didn’t have something to look forward to afterward? That’s the moral of the story: find something to look forward to and you will find happiness; even if it’s just for a moment.