There are times I really want to scream my head off. No, not times. All the time.
And not because life sucks or I’m depressed or I’m bipolar. (No disrespect to anyone who is feeling this way. For real. I mean it.) I just have so many thoughts they feel like they’ll confetti out of my head.
That’s it? Just a plethora of thoughts? My grandma can hold 1,000 thoughts in her head simultaneously without a helmet on.
That doesn’t even make sense.
Tee-hehe! Ryan Higa humor for you!
Nothing. You’re so immature. When are you going to pull out of a Peter Pan and grow up?
I wish my brain would think differently. But I don’t even know exactly what differently would look like. Or rather, sound like. Maybe it just needs silence. What does that sound like? I feel like that is impossible. No matter how quiet it is, there is always some noise. The hum of your laptop. An airplane flying overhead. Creaks in the wooden floor. Water running through pipes.
Maybe silence just means eclectic.