I am in the most introverted state I've been in since... probably ever. The last few days I've been in this existential funk like I've never been in before. I like to think of myself as thoughtful, but never like this. It's gotten to the point where I'm annoyed with myself. I can't get out of my own head. My head physically feels like it's compressed. Like it's about to explode. The world around me is inconsequential. This is a dangerous state to be in, obviously, but I'm embracing it because I think it's just a stage.
And this is how it goes. I ask myself questions, give myself answers, question those answers, answer those questions, and question the answers of the questions to the original answer of the original question. Dear God. I really need to chill out..... Or do I?
Shit. And the cycle continues.