I keep thinking as if the solution to my woes can be magically thought out. I continue to think because it's all I know. I haven't really changed from when I was a helpless six year old with a one word English vocabulary, waiting to get picked up by my tardy family. If someone asks you what you want to drink with your lunch, you say 'milk', they had thoughtfully taught me. And so I did. I answered milk to every question posed to me.
-Where do you live?
-Milk
-Is someone picking you up?
-Milk
My responses then made no more sense than do my present thoughts, but this is the only response I know. My state of mind demands a response so I keep thinking despite the obvious futility.
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