Lately I’ve been feeling somewhat detached from this world, or life. It is as if I sometimes drift away and find myself watching my physical self from a third person point of view. It could be (it very well could) that I have been spending too much time on games.
Then again, compared to the average person, I’m not exactly knee deep into games, at least, not for the past few weeks.
This strange feeling lingers the entire day, but only prods me every once in a while. Like how you get the feeling that someone’s watching you and then you realize you’ve been watching someone else, if that makes any sense.
It could be that I am at a point in my life in which I never really thought I would be at. Sure, I’ve made plans along the way but getting here, it’s like reaching the top of the hill and finding yourself on a plateau; you can’t decide if it’s a good thing or a bad thing.
Am I stagnating, or have I adapted so well to the conditions that surround me that I’ve improved in my ability to better pretend that I’m as normal as the next guy, so much so that I’m actually starting to believe that I am in fact, normal?
Distractions, distractions. I need not concern myself with these things. There are bigger things at play here, so much more important than my rancid thoughts.