bored to death

I read an article that stated people who have more meaningful deep conversations lead happier lives. I think the inordinate amount of time I have spent conversing the mundane and shallow topics that I have, is directly correlating to my current mood.

I want to read meaningful poetry and I want to wander the enormous library until I find it and then I want to share it with friends.

I want to discuss this whole thing in Iran with the hikers with friends and the politics of their letting the female go but not the other two and the whole deal with the descrepancies between the president's ideals on the situation and the judicial body with which he has to deal and sway.

I want to discuss the potentially philosophical meaning of the song classic cars by bright eyes ... no matter how lame it might feel at the time. I want to sit on a moldy old couch in a windowless room and listen to music and share it with someone and postulate.

I think maybe I will never be satisfied, it is a scary thought.


Also I dislike Wilco. What of it.