First off, may I just make the conjecture that this blog template is grotesque and something should be done about it? Lookin' at you, Jessie...

Anyway, time for the real meat of this post. 

I've been feeling really lonely and depressed lately, so I'm just going to word vomit here. My options were to either journal about it or write a blog post about it, and I noticed that when I write in my journal I use words as if I'm writing for the public, or someone who might come across it in the future, so I figure I might as well just write to an imaginary albeit potential audience if I'm gonna, you know, be that way. 

Lately, I've felt like a massive hamster on a wheel: just endless redundancy and dearth of meaning to life. I get that I'm having some typical existential/identity crisis right now that pretty much every human experiences in life, but as I've come to slowly learn--commonality does not slash should not undermine the validity of one's feelings. Still trying to nail that one into my soul. I feel very much that my life is on repeat and that I'm living in my very own version of Groundhog Day, banal as that may sound. Nothing feels refreshing and everything has sort of lost its sheen. 

I think the key word here is "feels." There are definitely new things happening--like, I'm speaking on a panel at Google tomorrow, which should undoubtedly feel exciting, but it just doesn't. It doesn't feel new. Maybe it's chemical. Maybe it's Maybelline...

Well, in any case, it felt nice to word vomit and I definitely need to do this more often, if anything just to show myself that I haven't lost my writing abilities, although I do feel rusty.

Also, I found a cool website today called 9 Eyes. It's a super dope compilation of absurd and frankly disturbing photos that Google Street View has caught on camera. Perusing through it has raised a lot of ethical and philosophical questions for me. I'll write more about it in an upcoming post.

Thanks for reading! Sad times.