madness comes in all shapes and forms.
in colloquial terms, madness is normally associated with mental instability and unawareness of the self.
in creation terms, madness is normally associated with the platypus.
and in my terms, madness is associated with everything.
everything and anything I say.
casual observations have led me to belief that this world is besieged by maniacs who probably do not have a clue as to what is going on outside the four walls of their oddly constructed reality. people seemingly in a rush to get to places unknown, with reckless regard to if they even arrive at all, let alone in one piece. or that in my idiocy, I decided to stay at home and do absolutely nothing instead of spending it on something more productive, like trawling the web for interesting and random articles/facts that will only do me good on a trivia night many moons later.
a thousand thoughts are running through my head, each of them with different finishing lines. they do not compete with each other to vie for the number one spot in my cerebral processing sphere of influence, nor do they sit in the background and engage in idle banter. they just do their things. namely, to finish the race and irritate me with my sheer moments of randomness when I am engaged in other stuff.
oh woe to me. that I should engage in such useless activities that consume almost all my time, energy and effort. woe to me for not picking up the book to read, or the guitar to play.
and it is with this sentence that this thought has reached its finishing line.
PS. I’m not mad. no, seriously.
