life?

I haven’t been listening to music as much lately. Well, not when I’m sitting in front of my computer. I forgot about silence for a little bit. I like hearing my own pure thoughts. The days continue to trap me in this thick Texas heat. I want to paint, but I guess not badly enough, or I would paint. Sometimes I wonder what the hell I do with my time. I wonder this and soon after realize that I spend my time writing about wondering what I do with my time. Cycles. That’s life. Has my generation age embedded me with a dependency on technology? One might even call it an addiction. I’m more addicted to the computer and Internet than I am any other physical substance. I would like to say I don’t need it, but I check it every day. I think a lot about what other people live for. What do those people sitting on the bench waiting for the bus think of all this? And do they tell anyone? Does anyone know what I think this all means? I’m not sure if I even have that figured out.