The Washrooms at Movie Theatres Are Misplaced

Alright.

I convinced myself to shut up. I overthink everything.  Instead, I have gone out.  I have purchased a drum pad to practice.  Sometimes it is best to ignore your own brain and just act without depth of thought.  I am enjoying myself and have actually left my house.

While I will always believe in the importance of pondering your own existence and thinking of ways to improve, there is something to be said for just acting.  Just existing.  A life of pure thought, to me, excludes a life of experience.  They are not mutually exclusive by any means.  The balance just has to be there.  In their pure, total forms they leave no time for the other.  Reflection occurs after events and if reflection occurs constantly, events are often precluded.  

Bottom line: getting off my ass and out of my brain feels good once in awhile.