Iíve always found it amazing the way people can talk so eloquently about feelings. How can they make life seem so orderly, like the natural progression one might find in a novel or a movie? Even though Iíve done it myself, once or twice, you might think that would shed some light on the matter. But it doesnít. I still have no idea how it happens or why any of us find meaning in it. Life doesnít follow anything resembling a logical progression. Itís inherently unpredictable, completely illogical and chaotic. And feelings arenít neat or tidy things. Theyíre often ugly, abrupt and inexplicable. Maybe thatís why we feel the need to wax poetic; to try and find meaning in the meaningless. I donít know. Maybe thatís just something I think about. I often wonder if people think the same things as I do. Do they have the same sense of absurdity surrounding life that I do? Thatís not to say that I donít like life. In point of fact, I love it. I just wonder if Iím the only one who thinks these things. I doubt it, there has to be somebody out there who feels the same kinds of things that I do. After all, thereís no such thing in my opinion as a completely original thought. Weíre all influenced by something, someone. I find it funny that all this uncertainty makes me happy. Is that weird? Probably. Donít get me wrong, it also scares the shit out of me, but it also makes me happy. It doesnít make any sense, does it? But then again, feelings are inexplicable things.