Coco Crunched

Being a good follower of my musings, you could easily trace the times when I shared that the spice in my head is drifting away or that it occurs occasionally. Probably, it is also one of the reasons why Everything E is not as active as before ('before' here translates as "the times I was doing blogs since "Anything But Ordinary" to "Pornography of My Inner Universe"). There is really something wrong with my head. Of course, there is. But the problem is, when I summon that inner power and that magnanimous spirit, it seems like it is in a deep slumber and rarely manages to bat my head.
A little conscious about it, I struggled months ago to know what is causing all this lack of omnipotence. The first thing I blamed, to be honest, is being in a relationship with someone not of my own mental level (the description given here means someone with a head gear of a 10-year-old). Those were the times that I tried to go down to that shmuck's level so that we can enjoy the same stuff (but it does not mean I lost myself completely--I love myself and will never utterly lose it). The second thing I blamed was the games I was playing. It was kind of irrational but I somehow pondered if games can really affect the way we think... in a negative way. Of course, games can help us develop our way of thinking, but, don't they also affect us negatively at some point? I still don't know. The third thing where I pointed my finger was Facebook. Don't ask.
I don't know if this is really normal, yet I am not in the first place. This is that point in time that I wish a manual came along when I was born. Now, all I know are human malfunctions (not disorders.. okay, disorders). But actually, the problem I guess is that I am too reactive rather than being proactive. I need to inquire about this strange phenomenon. When the Net is in front of me, there's one answer for asking questions: Yahoo Answer (Sorry, not Google... Goggle is not an answer, it is a search engine). My fingertips pounded on the keys and then they started hitting backspace...
Okay, so, how do you ask about losing your mind? Hmm... Now, that sounds crazy. Crazy indeed.
This is going nowhere. Somehow, I need to find a solution for this downfall of eminence. I have reserved my talents all these years in me and now, without even having the ability to touch the tips of success, my immortality is already... *gasp*... My immortality is slowly fading!
I'm becoming human.
I was never warned that this will happen to me. After all these years of doing favor for the Unknown by sinking me deep into the trenches of everything earthly and letting me store information necessary for their own understanding of humans and the Earth, I never thought that there is a possibility that I will become one of... them. No, I don't have a problem with humans, but the thing is, I can never survive here being one.
But let's go back to the main idea. Really, there is that big (I'm hesistant in saying "huge"; it might alarm me) loss inside my Inner Universe. Or is it that the portals are under damage control? Hmmm... The word 'damage' is alarming, too.
Now, I learned that I have a task for the next few days (or make it weeks and months): to find my old self back. That person who is better than the one strumming on these keys. That person whose head gear does not run out of explosives and fireworks. That person who can summon the tiny great words and teach them how to behave like gods---- Where art thou? This is when the search starts. I don't like pressuring myself, so, let me say, I shall give myself a week to end this hide and seek.
But of course, I am not going to leave you guys hanging; With or without "it", I shall struggle to muster all the energy left in my coconut shell.
Wait, did I say coconut shell? Oh no...