Recently I've been thinking about my life a lot, like seriously I don't have a single fucking clue about what's going on, everything is just going out of my control, but somehow I like that.

And I might sound crazy when I say this but I like being not in control sometimes, I just feel like I don't want to be the leader of my life every single fucking moment. It feels amazing when things happening in your life are not the result of your action, but because of some kind of controllable force that cannot be stopped. What am I even saying ? am I making any kind of sense, whatever, I stopped caring about my train of thoughts, moreover what kind of idiom train of thoughts is anyway, why it can't be the airplane of thoughts or boat of thoughts, ropeway of thoughts? wait I just remembered the train of thoughts is an idiom which uses the train in the sense of an "orderly sequence," and was first recorded in 1651, in philosopher Thomas Hobbs's Leviathan.

I don't believe in common sense, I mean yes there might be a common thing that makes sense to everyone but common sense to an extent is not "common". Okay, wait let's not get ahead of ourselves lets first define what is exactly common sense, so according to the Cambridge dictionary, common sense is the basic level of practical knowledge and judgment that we all need to help us live a reasonable and safe way. Use of this word in a sentence; Anyone with any common sense would have known what to do. "Anyone with any common sense would have known" that's a really interesting choice of words; so there are people who might not have common sense and this not necessarily means that they are dumb or stupid or dumb stupid cunts this means that common sense can be fucking subjective. I know not in every fucking sense common sense is subjective like when people say "close the top of the bottle with its cap so that water does not spill out" I understand that but when people say "Woah man you don't have a common sense of not telling him about the secret thing I am working on" yes i don't have that, same thing with art " Woah man you don't have the common sense of understanding this piece of shit made by a piece i.e this "book" " yes I don't have a common sense I just have some senses that I like to depend upon for my day to day life.

A baby in a capsule, flying in a deep empty void which harbors only one planet. The capsule lands on that planet and the baby crawls out of it and sleeps on the land of the strange but Earth-like planet, he grows up on that planet alone, no stars in space, no animals in the land, no one like him on this planet except some weird plants.loneliness is his greatest friend and also his greatest enemy. At the age of 87, he dies by killing himself in a ravine, why he did that, we will never know because no one was there with him.

"STOP THINKING" Robertina screamed at me while she held my hand in front of the interdimensional hole.

"Why?" I whispered at her.

"BECAUSE YOU CANNOT STOP" she again screamed at me even though I could hear her perfectly.

"Why?" I whispered at her.

"BECAUSE THIS DIMENSION WOULD NOT LET YOU STOP THINKING ABOUT STUFF, ITS GOOD TO THINK ABOUT SHIT THAT MATTERS BUT THE GREATEST THING ABOUT HUMAN MIND IS THAT SOMETIMEs IT ASLO NEEDS A BREAK AND NEEDS TO DO SOMETHING ELSE AND THEN GET BACK AT DOING THE SAME THING AGAIN, SO YEAH DOING SOMETHING ELSE IS ALSO IMPORTANT" she screamed.

"OKAY" I also screamed at her

Then we both jumped into the interdimensional hole and fell through seven different dimensions and land on our interdimensional car and ride off to the sunsets of the Sun dimension.