a dislocated reasoning describing a way of coincidences that confuses me

What's left when you've already explored your self and your own potentials, limits and abilities to the utter realm of boredom?

my advice would be to engage in other stuff than yourself.  other people exists to.  there are birds out there. sounds, tastes and everything.

my problem is that my engaging in other stuff is a part of my selfexploring and selfexpressive testing of my surroundings.

So: I can't seem to escape myself.  it seems like a mental bug, it's a way of thinking and being which i don't particularly care for but anyhow i'll keep on in the same manner since i don't know how to flip myself out of it.

Thanks to Sigurd Ros I thought of this.  Why i wonder - why?