an oblique angle...

i still have to decide on what I am going to write about. and accomplish. but then I really am not losing any sleep on it. i'm king here, a lazy and laidback one at that, and my audience is the whole world, who may or may not be extant. or even aware. or worse, uninterested.
sometimes i feel there's not a lot of things worse than being uninterested. being uninterested is different from being laidback or even lazy. its the complete lack of intent, the absence of purpose that makes you wanna think about a lot of things. unpleasant thoughts. like all those redundant and probably unhappy neurons. but then none of us are born uninterested. who is to blame? is there a way out? its hard to imagine that the world moves on happenstance. there should be a design to everything. free-forms are just an illusion. chance is wrongly attributed to a lot of things. maybe its the people around us. people influencing people. is that impulsive? y do we want everyone to think like us? hmm...