Have you ever stopped to think if you were crazy?

Not fun, weird crazy. I’m talking about legitimate, psychologically imbalanced crazy.

If you actually consider the possibility, does that make you crazy?

What if you have yourself checked?

Don’t laugh if that line reminded you of Sheldon Cooper.

I’m asking this in all seriousness.

Anti-social

It’s been a while since I’ve felt like running away and disappearing, but lately, I’ve been feeling just so anti-social. Maybe it’s because it’s that time of the month again, but I can’t really be sure.

At one point, I thought about the fear people have of becoming sober. I’m beginning to understand it: why people prefer to be drunk to feel numb rather than get a full grasp of reality. Things are always lighter with alcohol. Things always feel better when you can’t stop laughing because you can’t feel your face. Sometimes not feeling anything makes you feel good.

On another note, there’s news spiraling everywhere about the anti-cybercrime law. To be honest, I’m not too familiar with it. I haven’t read it’s clauses, provisions, sanctions, and whatnot. I don’t like reading laws, especially when they’re intentionally written in a matter that’s too complicated to understand. I suppose that this thing is an impending threat, giving privacy away and all, but the internet is a huge place. It’s as huge as the world, and maybe, just like anything in real life, that law everybody’s so angry about will pass and be forgotten in the long run. Nothing’s gonna change my world. Nothing’s gonna change my world. Now those last two sentences I took from Across the Universe by The Beatles. No one better sue me.

I have a photoshoot in ten hours for the yearbook, and I cannot, in heaven’s name, find the stub I need to present at the pictorial. It’s really frustrating, but I’m too sleepy to actually look for it. Let’s see what happens 6 hours later. Maybe I’ll have better luck.