Most of my thinking takes place when I write. I think. At least that’s my theory for the time being. The main problem about that theory, is that I don’t write much. See?

Fragmented, aimless browsing, reading and shuffling has slowly but surely conquered that time and mind space where my thinking otherwise would fit in. The void that I was supposed to fill with thinking, has been filled with fluff, noise, random thoughts from random people, stuff with no deep or lasting value to me.

Some would argue, that checking Twitter streams, Reader feeds, Facebook updates, news and what not is good for many reasons. Get inspired! Learn about stuff! Follow your friends’ lives! I used to think that it served a purpose to follow all those sites in Google Reader. I guess I still kind of hope it does?

But at what cost? Follow a steady stream of never-ending whatchamacallit instead of spending time thinking? Seems a bit stupid when you think about it, doesn’t it?