SweetMalaise

I never think about the universe that much. I'm usually going through the pains of school, sleeping, and stuffing food in my face. But sometimes, when it's one of those nights when everyone is asleep and I stare at my computer through a dreamy haze, I think about the big things. Will we explore space? Are there aliens? Are humans assholes, or is God? Why can't I eat unhealthy food without getting fat? Why do people hate each other? What's wrong with being weird? Why is Geometry so hard for me? Why do people like love triangles? Is there a God, or has he vacated the building years before the earth was born? Are the demons really the bad ones, or the angels. Is Heaven full of angels playing harps and Hell full of demons poking pitchforks at us? Why do I like biblical stories and folklore so much? Will I ever be published or stash my novel away like so many forgotten papers in the back of my closet? Is life a big reality tv show controlled by aliens? I don't the answers to these questions, and may not ever know, but I understand that life is short, and I shouldn't think too much about the universe or I'll get a brain freeze similar to eating a pint of ice cream in three minutes. I'm going to bed, and I'm pretty sure I'll dream about the apocalypse or something.