Despite popular beliefs, I'm quite awesome with kids. I am filled with love, really, I'm just very stingy about it. Except when it comes to babies and small children. If cannibalism isn't gross, I'd eat them all up.
Anyway, I wrote a 'sort of' will today, listing down all of my earthly possessions and to whom I'd like to give them out to. I was surprised to find out that my first impulse was to give everything I own to orphanages and homeless people and charities instead of to the people I know and love.
It's almost like, in a way, if I can't have it then nobody can.
And why is it, whenever I'm friendly with a guy, he immediately assumes that it's because I like him? Either the guys I've been hanging around all my life are idiots or I'm doing something wrong.
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Yesterday I was accused of trying to "strip the sentiments off of any human relations and finally sabotaging them, thus reinstating my view of human relationships as nothing but scum." Not my words.
I think there's a name for that social complex thing.
That's totally bogus, because a) I don't have the luxury to go around sabotaging relationships because I don't have any that really matters b) I'm not that smart c) I'm too busy having exams
It's sort of flattering when someone you care about (and respect) thinks you're screwed up. He said he thinks so because I tend to overanalyze every single detail of...anything.
I told him I think about things because there's nothing else to do here. Lack of interesting conversations and ass behavior of people makes it very easy for my mind to wander.
He said he doesn't buy it.
You know that feeling when someone thinks they know you better than you do and at first you think they're wrong but after a while you start to think that maybe they do know you better than you know you. I think that's where love comes from.
why am I telling you all of this.
Now here's a random picture because there's too many words in this post.
oh no handsome stranger in the dark!
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