I wonder why I feel so fickle sometimes.

I like talking to people, even if it's about nothing. I sometimes find that my conversations about nothing are more meaningful than my conversations that actually try to have a purpose. Partly because when you get to the point where you can talk to a person about nothing for more than a couple of minutes, you get to know that person a lot better.

Good music speaks to me in some way. Words are meaningless unless arranged in a manner that makes them meaningful, or if the manner in which they are spoken, with or without the music, evokes a certain mood that an ordinary conversation wouldn't be able to do.

I tend to be critical of the things that I write within a few minutes of writing them. This is one example.

I want to be able to talk to the people I know more. But that's up to the other person.