I’m Not Extraordinary

As I was driving to work today I realized that there is nothing terribly unique about me. I work a job to support my family. I have dreams that will probably not come to fruition. I am surrounded by people that don’t really know me yet we share pits exchanges. It’s quite astounding how different my life is now as compared to what I imagined it would be when iwas 18. That could have something to do with the fact that I was a fucking moron back then, but who knows?

My brain runs in cycles, as I’ve said before. My level of control over my thoughts and moods tends to ebb and flow. I’m starting to lose the battle again. I can always feel this coming because I always get writers block just before a fit of depression. In fact I tend to think that depression might be the result of writers block.

It’s early. I’m rambling. I’m pissed off.

Fathomless Regression
(the rambler)


About fathomlessregression

I am a musician, writer, painter, brother, husband, and father. I have more questions about life than I do answers, and spend the majority of my time exploring the infinite number of possibilities that exist. This is accomplished through my art, music, writing, and most of all through conversation. View all posts by fathomlessregression

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