Meaningless and Pointless

I'm bored, bored and bored. And this post is written just because of that. This random meaningless pointless post is here because I feel like it. But it really is quite hard to type a nicely done post filled with meaningless pointless yet comprehensible words, some people have the capability to do it, but definitely not me, after all, I'm just an average person, maybe even slightly below average.

But then again, I don't really care, it doesn't matter anyway, life can still be enjoyed by below average people. Hmm, this post is getting more and more messed up, it kind of reveals the state my mind is in now. I'm just randomly typing stuff into here, whatever that comes into my mind, I type out.

Sigh, I used to believe that there's always the chance of supernatural things happening to me, even though deep down I know that no such thing will happen.For example, I thought there is always a chance that I would be drag into an intergalactic space battle, and play a crucial role in helping the good guys win, or there could be a chance that the drawer on my desk is actually a time machine, then I would go on fun adventures through time, together with some blue robot.

After 17 years, I'm somewhat convinced that fantasy will remain just as that, fantasy. Why, you ask me ? Because I've been through 17 years of ordinary life, no physics defying phenomena has ever occurred around me, or least I have not noticed any around me. Life goes on as usual, time flies past as usual, and I continue my monotonous life as usual. And my wishful thinking remains as wishful thinking, first of all, it is only the media: books, movies and games that creates the thought that something like this has a chance of happening, and the odds of anything resembling a science fiction or fantasy story happening to me is so low its impossible, and even if it does occur, I wouldn't have the skill or ability or luck of the main characters in those stories to survive, those people survive because their authors make them do so, if only I had an author...

4 paragraphs of meaningless pointless yet comprehensible sentences, I'm starting to feel proud of myself, and I feel motivated. I shall write more ! Coming up next....I can't think of anything for now, give me a few minutes to gain some inspiration.

I shall now discuss about the empty, hopeless, depressed and lonely feeling people sometimes experience, like what I'm experiencing now. Some people call it feeling lonely, some call it feeling emo, and some call it feeling depressed, but seems to me that they are all one and the same. It strikes without warning, without reason, at least for me. And some people are very prone to it, some are more resistant towards it, whereas some are somewhat immune towards it.

Argh what the hell I just wasted all that time typing all that crap. To anyone who actually read what I typed, I'm impressed, reading all that must've been agonizing. Thank you and goodbye !