I’m Sarah and I wish I was funny. I’m not funny, that’s why I wish I was. I spend far too much time thinking about what people think of me and not enough time doing things that I find fun and rewarding. Today I spent a great deal of time doing nothing other than daydreaming into space and playing silly games, because I wanted to go out and do something I could talk about and then I could think of myself as “cool”. But I’m not cool, or funny. In fact, here is a random snippet of my trail of thought:

Going into space would be very awe-inspiring. Really puts your whole life into perspective when you can hold your thumb up and it’s the same size as 10,000 people on earth. But I can’t imagine it would be very productive, just going up into space for any other reason than to look at it. I can look at it from Google Earth, and I have a lot more control over where I get to look at then. It might not be in person, but it’s a lot more affordable.

Not cool or funny at all, and I don’t know why I’m sharing it with you because most of the time I worry too much that I’m coming across as “uncool”, and that isn’t a very cool thing to talk about.

I don’t really know what the point of this entry is, other than “I should probably go and do something fun for the sake of enjoying it” but worrying about the point of this entry is kind of the point of this entry, because I spend too much time worrying. I’m going to go take some paracetamol to get rid of this headache now.