Lately, I have not been feeling worth the life I have.
I used to think that life had this grand scheme planned out for me. That I would do something worth something to somebody or group of people. I don't know my thoughts anymore except that I don't feel like I could contribute anything substantial. This way of thinking really gets me down in the basement with the water heater and the electric box, but everything has it's place. Even this sadness and worthlessness in the basement of my emotions has it's place. Sometimes I just don't know my place because I can't meet every person and I can't.
Why can't I meet every person? Who says that I can't fly around the world and meet the population? What about if it is just US?
being average is being perfect biologically and genetically :)
I'm a little random tonight.
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