Why is aimlessness always considered to be something negative? I think that aimlessness, to a certain degree, is quite nice. I can sit and read or go for a run or even just space out for a bit–it’s a little refreshment in our busy day-to-day lives. All in all, it’s fun to be aimless but when my “aimless day” is over I always feel overly unproductive. Why is that? It’s another damn double edged sword that just is. Fuck. Oh well, I guess we just have to enjoy it while it lasts and know that work will get done another day.
Now don’t you feel better?