Nutrient-less writing

OOOOO.

Coincidences really impress me sometimes.
They are not worth ranting about, but they make the typical day a little bit weirder than other typical days.
When I encounter the elements from my random thoughts the next second after I had just thought about them, I'd be quite surprised.

Long time ago, while randomly browsing the internet and came across a band's profile, I thought that hm let's see if one of the members has the same birthday as me. It was a totally illogical stream of thought. And whoops, the drummer has the same birthday as me. "What the hell" wasn't enough to express what I felt. What was the chance of this happening, really? I stared at the profile and laughed quite sheepishly.

Just now, among the soliloquies I have with myself while reading a book on museums by different architects, I recalled a video of an interview of an architect which I saw in the lecture long ago. The architect was a famous one, he was interviewed about his design concepts on a particular building. The lecturer thought it was funny because one didn't expect that a famous architect with such eloquence in writing talked quite differently in an interview.

I was thinking hm who was the architect again? Was it xxx?
Then I flipped the page. Then there he is,  on the page, with said building.
I was like "Oooh there he is! Should be him~"
But wait. Why is it so convenient that his name just appears like that? I wasn't even predicting or trying to find out who he was, nor did I flip through the entire book yet.

It is a "hahaha" (in a dry way) circumstance, which is just funny. (Yea right......I am very easily entertained)

Or the circumstance in which you want to find a particular word in the dictionary, you grab the dictionary, open it, and your eyes spot the word the moment you open it. A spot-on situation. How convenient is that. Wonderful moment I guess? *dry laugh* That curiously happened quite a few times.

If only this is an ability that can be used. *Lottery here I come~~~8D *

究竟

性格脆弱啊。
死气沉沉的，怎么也强不起来。

很难对身边很多事物产生兴趣，这种事情怎么逼也逼不来，只可以装。就算某些事情是应该很值得让人惊叹或赞赏一番的，内心最多也只是轻微地 “噢……”；或口头上说说“那真不错啊”；或真的觉得不错，但也只能维持很短很短的一段时间。能产生兴趣的东西很渺茫，很渺茫啊。
若是治得好的病就好了。

有时候想表达很多，但一瞬间却觉得可有可无，最后只留下叹息。
为什么会是这样子
不踏实呢。
什么才是“开始”？何时才算“结束”？