ranting and rambling as usual

isn't it appalling how little depth people have? that was probably the most pretentious statement ever uttered. but take away politics, celeb-gossip, sports, the everyday conversations of 'how was your day?', the reliance on chat/videochat/facebook/etc. to cater to your imaginary conversations when no one is really talking. can you really have a conversation on chat about whether it is more important to live life for the betterment of the collective whole full of altruism, or to give into your selfish passions that are for the sake of yourself but may ultimately lead to the betterment of society? i mean a real conversation. i want depth from people so badly it makes me want to scream. i want that philosophical shit that makes me question things, i want someone to create something from scratch, to put down their goddamn electronic gadgets and use a paintbrush or get lost because sometimes it's just more exhilarating without a gps. things aren't so simple that the abstract, the philosophies of life, need to take a backseat. we stop questioning things when instead we should read lengthy novels about them and instead we google stuff and don't use our minds. when i ask is happiness relative i don't want to know what wikipedia thinks. i want to know what you think. and i want to know why you think that. you feel me? i mean do you really feel me? i want to know your thoughts. i want to know why you think god exists or why you don't. i want to have a conversation for an hour a week. that's all. because all this practicality is killing your mind.

i'm not building anything, but i keep laying the bricks.

currently: wanting to share my bed (not in a tasteless kind of way)
listening to: keane
enjoying: the rain
on the mind: how you used to radiate. i see a flicker of light and i smile knowing she's still there.
thankful: to people who inspire me.
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