Is this appropriate?

I can't put any photographs in.
Even though I have many to, I am simply not in the mood to be jovial or to provide any entertainment to anyone.
I realise I think a lot.
I get nostalgic, melancholic, reflective, and simply pensive.
And I still like the old fashion way of pen-and-paper.
There's this certain fulfilment you get from 'roughing' it out, as opposed to typing.
And there's a fluidity from writing it all down. Rough and furious. and joining all your alphabets in your signature scribble. That you can never get from typing it all in.
I seem to be tied down by technology but I also seem to not be able to let go of the past.
I seem to be happy all the time but I also seem to ponder too much till the state of borderline depressive.
What oxymorons these are.
And there are days when I sit on the MRT and secretly smile to myself because I saw something I like.
And today I was very upset on the way home because there were screaming kids and a woman who ran in front of me to take my seat away.
But just as I was on the final bus home, I saw four guys walking and dancing on the street, dressed up in funky punk gear. Top hats, straight-leg checkered pants, old-school converse, chains. Very 80s. And I smiled.
I realise that as I grow older, I find less need in doing things to validate myself.
I find joy in sitting at a kopitiam and looking at the old ladies and men. What they talk about. How they talk. What they think. It's all very eye-opening.
I'm not quite sure when I acquired this passive side of me.
People used to asked how I could be so enthusiastic all the time. Now, I ask myself that too.
I am happy being calm.

Love,
Hammy Pammy Big Butt Bob

On a note of giving you some entertainment.
I'll probably grow old and become 70 year-old woman who pondered so much day in and day out that I start talking to myself. And your grandchildren will see me on the MRT and ask 'Why is that old lady talking to herself?'