I could save the world if I remembered how to do it.

I went out with my mom today to do some shopping for my Christmas presents since she won't be here for Christmas. It was great. I got all the socks and vitamins I could have ever wanted! At one point I was sitting on one of those fancy-shmancy couches they put in the lounge-y area of Nordstrom bathrooms while waiting for my mom to finish peeing. I found myself thinking about something very existential and philosophical, but since then have completely forgotten what exactly that was. All I know is that I did think about something deep and incredible that could have possibly changed the lives of millions had I only remembered it. I could have made the world a better place. I could have received the Nobel peace prize over Obama. I could have...I could have...Fail.

A peak inside a normal crazy person

What the fuck is normal? Apparently I am what defines normal because I am normal. But that's crazy. I'm actually crazy because I think I'm normal. And it's crazy that I think I'm normal and don't like it. AND I'm crazy because I think I know what normal is. Only normal people know what normal is, and I'm not actually normal. Therefore I'm crazy. All crazy people define what normal is when we are not normal ourselves, and that's what makes us crazy.