The happy place

The older I get, the less I understand of the world around me. Every day I become more uncertain of what to believe.

Gonna read some books and go for a jog even though right now it’s not very appealing, wet and cold as it is outside, the sun hidden behind a blanket of gray clouds.

But that’s usually what it takes to jolt me out of my dark musings.

I’ve set everything everywhere to German because I’m gonna learn that for sure now and it’s fun.

Why learn a new language? Because why not? Why not try to learn stuff? Should I just sit by the TV all day waiting for death, watching a bunch of morons trying to get funding for their idiotic start up ideas? Peddling shit to poor people? Like some 20s something with pistachio coloured pullovers and trust fund dads could sell subscriptions to life goals for a monthly fee? The gall ! And they want funding for that? Get out of here!

I will now spread my (bat) wings and go for a run because I’m getting worked up.