The Fridge of Social Networking

So one night I was laying in bed wondering about life, love, and why when I happened upon a thought.

Facebook, is pretty much the refrigerator of the internet. So often I find myself standing in front of the fridge just staring at what's inside. I don't know how I got there or what I'm doing there or what I'll do next. Then I close it and look around until I open the fridge again. This continues for about the rest of my life.

Here's the thing with Facebook. It's like everything else in the world, it is a neutral tool that can be used for whatever the user wants. A lot of good things happen on Facebook as well as really really bad things. I'm still there now, after a lot of debate, just like I still have a refrigerator.

Rethinking

I suppose I sort of have a reputation of thinking. This is funny because that really doesn't mean much besides getting really distracted when spotting for someone bench pressing while thinking about the purpose of working out. Thinking is a dangerous business.
Just because I think I feel like I form differing opinions than most people I know. It was thinkers that started revolutions.
Now just because I think doesn't mean I'm wise. I waste time thinking over acting and can get pretty honestly depressed if I let myself think about some things too much. I do a lot of dwelling. Wisdom is applied understanding.

I have been rethinking a lot lately and it's sort of scary. I have been pretty set on my major for a while and I'm really starting to think about changing it. I need to apply to Texas A&M soon as possible but I don't even know if I'm sure what college to apply to, I actually admit I don't. Nothing I want to chose makes sense to most other people but then, the foolishness of God doesn't make sense to most. That might be a bad example....
I was thinking I may want to major in English, maybe Creative Writing. Minor in Geography. Haha, what a weirdo.
Also, I was thinking about taking a gap year, do things I love and spend time in places and with people I love. Make some money. I'm getting tired of reporting to an authority that doesn't really care about me. I long for freedom that's really only been half-gained now that I'm out of the house.

Meh, ranting. I have been writing a lot anyway, and reading for that matter, it's been nice. I want to create art more than I think I ever have. Spring break hopefully I'll take the time to really be proactive.