no title.

I've been reading my own blog, and realizing how interesting it really is. Or, was, before I stopped really writing in it.

I think I've been sucked in. That kind of life that I found dull and insipid, that I railed against and sought desperately for a way to avoid? I think I'm living it. I have an office job, and a car, and I buy groceries at a supermarket, and I don't go out and meet random people and have adventures. Partly because small-town Idaho isn't the greatest place to do so, and partly because I'm comfortable. I make a lot of small-talk, with people older than myself, and I spend time with family, doing normal, family-ish things.

There's a certain draw to normality. It's a big, soft pillow, a place to rest from uncertainty and the more intense side of your mind.

I miss the more intense side of my mind.