what was i talking about? i have forgotten. my attention span is rather like a butterfly. they really should be called flutterbys, seeing as how they flutter-by. i used to love catching butterflies, but now i am deathly afraid of them. okay, maybe deathly afraid is a bit of an exaggeration. but i am quite scared. all because of some stupid spongebob squarepants episode, where they showed a closeup of a butterfly, with its huge glassy eyes and antenna and furry face and ew i am quite grossed out by the thought of butterflies now.

and once again, i've drifted away from my original train of thought. i blog exactly what i'm thinking right now. these words i'm typing are currently running through my mind as i type them. there is nothing else that occupies my conscious mind. it is quite amazing. and mind-boggling. i would like to play boggle. it seems fun. except i don't think i would be very good at it. and i don't really like doing things i'm not very good at. which is why i remain quite mediocre.

i just discovered a friend's old blog. i'm not sure if he still blogs, or if he's stopped completely, but it was interesting to read his posts from a few years ago. i would say not much has changed. he still sounds the same. not sure if that's a good thing, or not. i think he'd say it wasn't. now i feel obliged to share with him the information that i have discovered his old blog, to be polite, but i'm not sure if i want to or not. hm.

in other news, i am coughing out my lungs like i have tuberculosis. it's interesting how we frequently make references to life-threatening diseases and death like they have no real meaning. i suppose they really don't have much of a meaning to us, we are so far removed from the tragedies that other people face on a daily basis. it's difficult to understand something you can barely even comprehend. i mean, it's sad and everything that people have to die, and suffer through terrible illnesses, but as long as it doesn't happen to anyone close to us, we have no idea what it's really like. i mean, sure, we can say that it's awful and terrible, but do we really KNOW what kind of earth-shattering agony these people are experiencing? probably not. my point is, you can never really empathize with that kind of horror, for lack of a better word, until you experience it for yourself. even then, the pain and agony and everything doesn't last long, in most cases, and a few days, weeks, months later we move on, and forget what it was like in the first place. time dulls emotions, and memories. i suppose it's a coping mechanism of some sort. to allow recovery from the tragedies of life, so that we can go on living. nicely done, life.

this concludes this very pointless post, during which i have gained no new insights nor experienced any epiphanies of any sort. life goes on as it did, twenty minutes ago, and nothing much has changed.