It’s hard to think when your mind is in a million places. Imagine sitting in a dark room packed to it’s limits with people, and each one is yelling into the darkness trying to be found. Nobody is listening to them, so they just keep yelling and yelling. And the words echo forever, bouncing off of nothing. Then, in the center of the room, there you are sitting indian style with your fingers in your ears. But your fingers don’t help any because the voices are so loud. That’s exactly what it’s like.
Why in a million places, you ask? To begin to explain would be to try to describe insanity.
You begin to ask yourself things out loud to complete a thought, and sometimes that thought goes away… But it doesn’t matter because it’s just replaced with a new, just as perplexing question.
My prediction is that this process will continue until my head is filled with unanswerable questions. What will I do then? I don’t know.