Oh Jenny don't be hasty, no don't treat me like a baby, Oh take me where you'll let me

I've been wanting to blog about a few things as of late, perhaps I will later on tonight.
But for the past few months I have been considering ending my blog, or perhaps just leaving it for a little while.
I don't know if anyone else encounters this with their blogs, but sometimes it brings me a little too much trouble.
Too many people read into things, get the wrong message, and then it just doesn't work out so dandy for me.

But then again, I shouldn't have to end my rambling simply because of other people.
Like recently, my mother advised me to delete all online social networking accounts in order to escape people misinterpreting things and avoid angering other people.
But as Aragorn pointed out, that would be letting them win. I shouldn't have to do that.

I have a feeling that last paragraph made no sense whatsoever to anyone but me.
C'est pas grave.

I've been reading Trainspotting recently, I saw the film last year and then again last night. The book is really a lot more complex than the film.

But it got me thinking, so many intelligent people seem to do drugs. Apparently they feel as though can't be stimulated enough by reality as they are too intelligent.

So they say.

Bullshit.

I've heard this theory a lot, and I think it just cannot be true. Perhaps these 'intellectuals' aren't so smart after all if they're not stimulated enough by life around them.

I think it's more likely that they didn't search enough, didn't develop a passion for anything that could really interest them.

And of course, there's that whole paradox that really intelligent people seem to be absolutely clueless about things that normal people know.

No street smarts.

Maybe they just don't cotton on to the fact that they're fucking things up.

That they're mortal like everyone else.

I'm rambling here, so don't worry, I don't expect you to understand.

I am at a point in my life where nothing feels particularly real, which is a tad bizarre but I've been here before, although this time I'm not so depressed.

I just simply feel as though next year will never come, I can hardly plan a week ahead of where I am as it just feels as though it will never occur.

It feels like no one is real, no one or nothing particularly matters, and this should be scary really, I know that, but I can't really feel too much fear at the moment.

School doesn't appear to register as mattering to me at the moment.

Which should all be very unsettling.

Hopefully I'll wake up soon.