Funny how I just realized something, and even as I realize it, I neglect to change anything.

I often tell myself or others the numerous ideas I have for things, like painting, and books, and songs, and school, and work, and bullshit after bullshit, but in the end, nothing happens.

Nothing.

I don't get off my ass and change anything, and I can't figure out why that is, beyond the fact that I'm lazy. However, if I was a true lazy heathen, then I would never think of viable ideas and events to add into my life.

I'm reading this book right now, called Mental Traps [Mind Traps?]: The Overthinker's Guide to a Happier Life. The first two pages pretty much sum up my life, but there's a chapter that talks specifically about thinking up ideas and never going through with them. Yet I still don't understand why I do it.

I keep the ideas in my head for the most part. Everything. Some thoughts fade away after a couple months or years, but I lock a lot of shit up, and always think about what I would like to do but never do it.

Hm.

Random entry for a first-long-time-entry.

Fuck it.

This still isn't a blog by blog standards, but what are standards anyway?