Today is Not the Day for Titles, or Untitled

You see, there’s this thing; this thing where I delve deeply into the structure of things, how things are made up. One could call it an obsession with how things work, but not so much destruction and reconstruction, because that’s dull. But, you see, I like to sit about and quietly dwell on the operation of . . . Everything, anything. What motivates human nature? What aspect of the universe gives rise to advancement? Where does psychology fit into the spectrum of sciences, if at all? Hm, I’m pretty sure I can induce narcolepsy at will, but that means I’m thinking about too many things, or confused.
Sometimes, I’m afraid of my reality. Sometimes, I have this thing, wherein I wonder what it’s like to go insane. I think about insanity, a lot – The loss of sense, reason, logic. Possibly, it’s because of the first thing, where I break all that matters into parts and bits and stuff, which is all, you know, logical and sensical.
I like to equate love to insanity, because, if you think about it, they really are in and of the same facet of the universe, and all.
Hm, this was weird. I feel weird. Oh, well . . .
Adios.