Absurd, Pathetic, and Competely Honest

I am in the middle of an existentialist crisis.

I hate existentialism.

Ten weeks ago, I didn't hate it. Ten weeks ago, It was interesting. It was new. It was something that I really wanted to learn about.

Now I can't escape it.

I am only taking one class in existentialism this semester, but its themes seem to be emerging everywhere. I find myself writing about these themes in classes seemingly unrelated to the topic.

As for my mini public service announcement:
If you choose to immerse yourself in something to learn about, make sure that you're okay with it sort of controling your life.

You might not want to pick the most depressing topic ever.




Anywat that's not the sad part. This is the sad part.

So I was sleeping last night. Like many other silly girls, I fell asleep talking to my boyfriend. Oddly, when my phone alarm went off, it wasn't so loud because I apparentally was still on the phone.

"...Hello"?, I tried

To my suprise he was competely awake. "Hey were you sleeping?" he asked.

I was tired and confused, but I managed a "Ya".

Then he says somemthing strange. "You were crying. A lot. For like the last hour. Are you okay?"

This was news to me. I thought I was just sleeping. But my eyes were wet so I had no reason to doubt him.

Really though. I 've heard of sleep walking, I've heard of sleep talking, but sleep crying???

I had no idea that I was so depressed.

So there's my existentialist crisis. It's not terrible, I didn't open a book with all the answers to life's greatist questions only to become dissapointed because some prievous persons tears have made all the ink run.

But apparentally I am sad. Shows how little I know.