It feels like much of my writing is going unread... For some reason. Like people are just too busy to read about some kid's crazy schemes and whatever else. Maybe people are too busy with their jobs. Or maybe they're too caught up with some game they're on. Maybe they've already moved on. It's starting to feel a little pointless. Who am I writing to, and what for? It's English Situational Composition all over again. Write to an imaginary character who happens to be part of your imaginary family about an imaginary job appointment and plenty of imaginary "thank you"'s. Imaginary.

Sometimes I think I'm just deluding myself. Thinking that what I like really matters. Does anything really matter? Do my video games matter, or my favorite TV shows? How about my friends and family. They're supposed to matter. But then, they're all just... Matter. Static energy. Little packets of energy. Condensed. Why do human beings form emotional attachments to people, to things? What made it so important for us to have social contact? A person, isolated for many years, loses his mind. A person born in isolation, never having had real human contact, also becomes... Less human. So maybe I'm not deluding myself. Maybe things really do matter. What makes it so, could be entirely biological. But every time you take science into consideration, you destroy any real meaning in life. Life becomes pointless. We were once all drones, working to establish our species as the top, most successful organism to livm on planet Terra. Now, we work to keep that position. We stage the most one-sided fights against every other animal. It sounds almost inhumane, but that's what you get when you decide not to throw logic out of the window.

If ultimately, everything just exists for the sake of existing, why bother? This, of course, is where people subscribe to the paranormal. Trying to believe in a supernatural force that guides us all. It makes no sense to do something just because it can be done.

Oh, yes. But there's something else. Emotions. Real emotions. We have not yet established what level of brain development is required for an organism to experience these, but that's beside the point. Humans, evidently, are subjected to these things. As of now, we don't know why. But we have a much higher chance of learning to deal with them, rather than trying to understand them first. Psychology isn't hard science. There is no empirical evidence. No real proof. Just phenotypical evidence. We'll have to settle for that, right now.

Much of what we do is related to our emotions. We are, in a sense, dealing with our emotions by doing things. Most of us have a certain 'default' emotion. That's when we're not feeling anything in particular. Some people are bored in this state, or perhaps at peace. Those who are bored find it imperative to change this emotion, to experience something new. To do this, they decide on an activity and follow it through. The entire purpose of this, is to escape their default emotion. When people say "I love my job", you are seeing this escape in progress. They choose to become postmen, or chemists, or musicians, because it brings them out of their default state, to something closer to "happy".

Alright. I've found my answer. The reason people do things, is to be happy. So maybe it doesn't matter if no one reads this. I found my own discussion... Entertaining. Yeah, I'm just weird like that.

Now, since this was supposed to be a more... serious... type of post, I'm not going to put up a picture. Instead, how about a quote?


Man is a creature of hope and invention, both of which belie the idea that things cannot be changed.

Tom Clancy

I also see that Shaun has given us all some snow! Yet the effect of silent flakes falling makes it look sort of gloomy.

Well, that's it for now. Somehow I'll snap out if this not-happy state and become happy. Cheers.

-JoeΘ