A Word to the Wise, or Anyone Willing to Pretend

I have come to the realization that I think the best while reading books, which, while sometimes being almost somewhat productive, often increases the reading time of any given book when I have to go back to re-read a portion in which I just saw the words while off in my own little world. In this thinking, I've noticed lately that I develop what I consider to be at the time great conclusions or pose new questions on some of my tangent trains of thought. A lot of the time however I don't know if I've actually come to this point of inquiry or conclusion by my own thought process, or from having seen it elsewhere, perhaps in some other book, or having heard it from some other party. And so, on the rare occasion I have a paper and pen handy to actually write down some of my ideas, I always talk myself out of it passing it off as something I've seen before, or something that should have been blatantly obvious anyways. Boredom spawns some peculiar beasts I suppose, this site as a glaring example. Maybe I should write down the ideas anyways so I can look back at it later, just for shits and giggles. Maybe I should expect more of these obvious conclusions as I get older and further removed from the ignorance of youth. Maybe I should move to the Andes with a following of rabbits, squirrels, monkeys, and anyone that simply has nothing better to do and sit around all day and ponder the meaning of life while drinking oodles of eggnog and eating crates of clementines. Do I hear any objections?