Alright

I couldn't resist nailing down another post, seeing that it's 199 posts already. 1 more to make it round.

Of late I've been troubled by a realization of myself. I realise that for every idea I have, I find that it is more a construct of my imagination that teethers on the boundaries marking real-world, objective relation to the, well, world. In other words,

is it grounded? I know too little about the world in terms of lived experiences. I think it's becoming, albeit gradually, a big bugbear in my life. It's annoying.

I can be annoying when I don't wish to.