Random thoughts is this normal

Its but natural that when your day passes in no concrete, productive, well maybe thats the wrong word lets say purposeful or more like habitual , binding or consistent occupation the mind will wander. It could be trivial things or maybe some substantial current situation but it just amazes me the amount of random nonsensicle thoughts that rise in my head.

Here is a cross-section of some of the thoughts i have had recently

1) The case of the stuffed bear - Is it normal for a 27 odd year old woman to still get excited about a new acquisition for her soft toy collection. Recently i came across a FB update with a picture and all from an acquaintance about her new possession, which happens to be a cuddly soft toy of the bear variety. Now is this something that you would first of all like to acquire, secondly get excited about and lastly would announce about to the whole world through FB. Maybe its just me but really is this what reality is all about. I remember gifting my girlfriends from the past stuff like that and them getting all excited about it but we were younger then and well it was all personal and stuff. You didnt click pictures with it and put them up on public domain for exhibition. But then neither was their Fb at that time. i cant quite understand why it should get stuck in my radar, its not even something that really bothers me but it just is something that gets stuck in my head.


2) The journey without destination - this is a recent thought, its not cos Stinks (a friend of mine) was out travelling randomly making her plans on the fly, cos after all there was some method to this madness and a destination in mind even if it were selected throwing a dart on the map. This thought was the bastard of something she gave me a random book, which as such i wouldnt have picked up. Its called "the heart is a lonely hunter" and its a celebrated and acclaimed piece of work by this American author called Carson McCullers. I wouldn't really delve into the details of the plot, but its just that as soon as i finished reading the book all i felt was disappointment and discontent. I think i should have figured that one out from the title of the book, but then as they say you cant judge a book by its covers, those fuckers lie ofcourse. Anyways its not that the ending was sad and disappointing, that could be acceptable, it was just that i felt it was so insipid and normal, neither spectacularly happy nor reverently vile, but rather just luke warm and bourgeois. I read it and then sat there thinking what a waste of time, but then i thought sometimes its good to waste time and sometimes things are done for no particular reason, like this book the way it was written and why it was read. And as i sit here thinking about it theres something about the simple nontheatrical ending which does appeal to me. Its weird how certain things things take time to sink in and similarly how certain journey are embarked upon for no particular reason at all.

Well i have had some othr thoughts too though fleeting that of ambition and desire and the gap between them and their achievement, about love and companionship and the need or societal demand for it. but maybe that will be for some other day lets just finish this one here.