Extemporaneously Egregious

"We're all sad, kid. Yes all the time, welcome to adulthood, sport." [ig:@r_p_iterated]

If only I could quiet these wonderings and ponderings, which feel far less wondrous than menial meanderings or wanderings. Of course, imbibing may quiet the constant questioning, the quanderous craving, it may even help in staving a quarrelsome contrarian quality that seems to have become a part of me. Retrospectively it can be concieved that maybe that quality is the basis of my equanimity, my mental homeostasis. So its quite possible I couldn't see what was right in front of me. Apparently it is with great difficulty that a man can see the beauty of his reality when he regards introspectively and all he sees is one who is undeniably lowly, wholely poorly and calloused beyond recognizability. It is almost an impossibility to find happiness in a mess such as this self denigrating mentality. The longer I ponder and allow my thoughts to wander i start to wonder how I could quiet these wonderings and ponderings.