It Just Takes Some Time, Little Girl, You're in the Middle of the Ride.

So I think a lot. Waay too much for my own good. It's becoming a little bit of a problem. I feel like I'm becoming one of those spacey people who can't pay attention to their own surroundings for very long. Or maybe I always was. I probably always was. At least I don't remember changing although I'm fairly sure I have. Everyone changes right? I don't like to though. I don't deal well with change. I never have and I'm not sure I ever will. It's just not in my genetic code. I like familiarity in surroundings, in events, in people, etc...

But at the same time, new people fascinate me. I like figuring out how people think. I always want to know exactly how they think. And I usually am pretty good at observing human behavior. I can figure out the thinking or lack thereof behind a person's actions like its a sixth sense. But people here are different. I can't figure them out. They're more complicated and it confuses me. I think I like figuring them out because its a challenge and I do love a good challenge. But at the same time, this makes them unpredictable and I never really know what to expect. And like I said, familiarity and the predictable are my bread and butter.

I don't know. I feel like I'm a contradiction in so many. I like familiarity, I like the mystery of the new. I don't trust people as a general rule, but I always think the best of people until they prove me wrong. I'm anti-social, but I love hanging out with people.

I think I might just be a little bit weird.

Post Over.