Part of what is making me really feel like I don't belong in existence is that I so rarely hear an insightful or even just uncommon opinion or perspective on something.

It seems like mainstream discourse has become so obsessed with repeating "safe" opinions that it has become pointless. These "safe" opinions are always incredibly simple and uninteresting.

"Yes, I know that, everyone knows that, I am looking for people who don't care or want to talk about the subtle shading behind the colour you don't stop naming."

Uggh, it gives me the feeling as though every day I go to a dining hall but I always get seated at the kids' table. I get older and more bored and the table is still the kids' table. The most bizarre part is that there is no other table in this universe.

Was it always like this? Is there something wrong with me? Did I get left behind, somehow?

This led me to thinking about a bizarre filtering mechanism for discussion forums, and the like: A door with multiple destinations. When entering a discussion, your first few statements are used to determine what kind of discussion you are looking to have and then places you in the room with people who are looking for the same kind of conversation. Unfortunately, such a mechanism would be complex and is arguably too similar to the "echo chamber" problem the internet already creates.

However, it also led me to a horrifying thought: What if it already does exist and that is why I am where I am?

I suppose this is a long way of lamenting the reality that nothing seems interesting, anymore, and I worry that nothing else ever will.

Or maybe I am just regressing into a teenager: "Nobody understands me!"

Either way, there is no substance to this void,
...Nights