Currently, I am in a state where I start to forge my own ideas of life philosophies as if I'm Socrates or Marx or whoever. Each ideas formed doesn't make the slightest sense (because all great ideas come from eating chocolate from plastic tubes on a daily basis, yeah, uhuh, right) but here's the fundamental of my nonsensical theory; Take life as a plaything. Yeahyeah, it's old stuff, corporates brainstormed around it, it's been on billboards and the colors faded away with rainwater and age. But that's the main thing for me now. I don't take things that seriously; I chose the courses for my scholarship and university applications based on others' opinions and the fact that I never even thought of flicking the pages of said courses' books, I chatted somebody up with the intention of trying a romantic relationship out but I bailed even before we got to know each other better, I took the driving theory test yet I will not proceed to the next thing which is driving itself and I manage to sleep 10 hours a day and spend the rest 14 hours eating kimchi ramen while reading smutty yaoi mangas.
So, no. I don't take life seriously while in fact knowing and running the consequences of doing so in a replay in my head and fearing them but not exactly doing anything to turn fate to the golden road, or at least the road that promises more than death by obesity.
And I am loving it.
(did I mention how much of a relief it is being able to write without the thought of fishing comments from readers? Of course I didn't. Stupid question. Carry on,then)