"Even though my vital signs are stable, I am not normal"

I used to think that I would be more productive when I had more time, but I was wrong, as I have been wrong in many life journeys, if 3 wrongs took 1 right, there would be no concept of truth in my life.

However, when I was more active, it would never be difficult, I would write whatever came to my mind, the mind/fingers/keyboard trilogy would work without any problems,

''Ah! If I had time, then you see me," I would sigh.

Now I have plenty of time, I am a refrigerator looter who has taken refuge in a room and is in a so-called struggle for life. I get bored of food, the cupboard is almost full, whereas all the food was set to last for at least 15 days.

Where did all that food go? There was a game I watched as a kid where the Cookie Monster would bury anything it could find, and now I'm set to take the part of it.

It is certain that I will gain weight from this passive life that I entered uncontrollably. Fat, clumsy and sick!

You cannot be aware of some of your emotions in the lives that are spent in a hurry, your activity can suppress your emotions.

Almost all of my yesterday was spent emulating the SmartBCH token, CHEESE, with an average increase of 1000% on the weekly chart, carefully catching all eyes, MILK is of course the reason for my wannabe.

If I were to emulate, MILK might have tried to show similar performance and could have freed himself from the waste collection area.

Despite my common sense that says stay away from worldly beings and prepare for the next world, I still seek to acquire a "worldly presence", but I have an excuse waiting for it because I need it.

Although only 3 days have passed, I am extremely bored, overwhelmed and at the point of rebellion, I empty my heart on papers, and I burn them in an ashtray so that what I have written is not read.

I kill time with my draw and burn strategy in life that has turned into a puzzle board, moreover, just lying on my back without using any weapons.

Common sense speaks again! "Are you killing time? Hahaha, time is killing you.” I think he was right this time, the passing time wasn't just stealing time from my life, he was mocking me by playing with my nerves.

If passivity was a type of drink, I had hit the bottom of the bottle for 2 days! If I'm cross-examined, tortured, screwed, I have nothing to say or talk about. I am not one of those who know and keep silent, I am one of those who keep silent without knowing. I don't know what to say because I'm not sure what I saw or heard.

I took the batteries out of my desk and wall clock, I'm not bragging that I stopped time, but somehow I want to be aware of the time that will pass as late as possible. The sound it makes is opposite to each other down to the thickest and thinnest note. I don't like notes these days, I don't like tunes either!

If I try to calculate how I can get back my 3 days spent in nonsense, I will be crushed under the account because there will be new days like this again and again. When things start to go wrong, everything really comes together, they stole my 2 and a half hours today, even Galatasaray turned its back on me.

There is nothing more absurd than trying to be an active player in a passive life. Why should I do this? The more active life is, the more active I am, if life is passive, I must break a record in laziness. It's better to be compatible rather than contradictory than to be silly like I'm doing now.

"Get up, make a dessert from the broken MILK, eat it too, poison yourself, wash your stomach, add action to your passive life."

He spoke again, it's common sense, apparently he's either drunk or just bullshit like me.

Don't live like this, theater like this!

Thank you for reading.