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Normal people bore me.
Or perhaps not bore me, but just don't interest me. If you don't have a quirk, a past, or just something plain odd about you, I am probably not going to pay you much attention. I appreciate that some people are the same person they were 3, 10, 50 years ago, same faith, same town, same demeanor, but I don't find them worthy of notice.
I believe that change is the spice of life. I am young and idealistic right now, and at one point I thought that is the way I want to stay forever, but something worked its way into my thoughts. I am not the man that stood on this earth 3 years ago out to change the world. With that in mind I made myself notice that I have to accept that I might not be the same person tomorrow. I like the idea that several lives will be lived by me in my lifetime. To tell someone, "and there was that one time that i was a. . ."
And naturally, I would love people who are the same as I am. I like people who have colorful pasts and had moments of epiphany and life changing experiences. Individuals who have been several spiritual and physical places with experiences from them which have formed them into who they are. I love people who might drive across country to fulfill a stray thought. The transience of those folk fill me with delight.
Quirks are a true mark of personality. They define who we are most times. I love people's quirks, even the ones that make a person less than sociable. I love people who talk too much, don't get things the first time, talk like a child, wear colorful shoes or gaudy socks. These little things in people fascinate me. They make me want to talk to them, be their friend. These folk aren't part of the whole. They have inadvertently made their way into my elite.
This elite includes people who have questions. People who ask questions, even silly ones, bear a mark of intelligence. To me, intelligence isn't what you know, it is what you are willing to figure out, learn, test, and observe. I believe they create a fondness in me because that is what I do. I don't think I know a lot, but I want to learn, I will ask, "What chord is that?," even though I don't play. I have an urge to seek out knowledge from everything and everywhere. Some people have called me smart, and I believe others who exhibit similar behavior must be smart as well.
Now this questioning quirk should, I believe, extend to matters of faith. I am drawn to people who want to learn about their faith, inquire of other beliefs, question their own. Not necessarily to deconstruct or disprove, but to just learn. I truly believe in seeking one's own salvation.
All this being said, I still am friends with rather dull people, but I am drawn to people like this. I tend to gravitate towards people who have a past and are creating futures in their own lives. I gather near quirky people, and those who ask "Why?," carry a sort of soft spot in my heart. These people are those who are my friends, my romantic interests, and even my own family. They are those who make me happy and make life enjoyable. Though I may love you still, normal people, you still bore me.
Or perhaps not bore me, but just don't interest me. If you don't have a quirk, a past, or just something plain odd about you, I am probably not going to pay you much attention. I appreciate that some people are the same person they were 3, 10, 50 years ago, same faith, same town, same demeanor, but I don't find them worthy of notice.
I believe that change is the spice of life. I am young and idealistic right now, and at one point I thought that is the way I want to stay forever, but something worked its way into my thoughts. I am not the man that stood on this earth 3 years ago out to change the world. With that in mind I made myself notice that I have to accept that I might not be the same person tomorrow. I like the idea that several lives will be lived by me in my lifetime. To tell someone, "and there was that one time that i was a. . ."
And naturally, I would love people who are the same as I am. I like people who have colorful pasts and had moments of epiphany and life changing experiences. Individuals who have been several spiritual and physical places with experiences from them which have formed them into who they are. I love people who might drive across country to fulfill a stray thought. The transience of those folk fill me with delight.
Quirks are a true mark of personality. They define who we are most times. I love people's quirks, even the ones that make a person less than sociable. I love people who talk too much, don't get things the first time, talk like a child, wear colorful shoes or gaudy socks. These little things in people fascinate me. They make me want to talk to them, be their friend. These folk aren't part of the whole. They have inadvertently made their way into my elite.
This elite includes people who have questions. People who ask questions, even silly ones, bear a mark of intelligence. To me, intelligence isn't what you know, it is what you are willing to figure out, learn, test, and observe. I believe they create a fondness in me because that is what I do. I don't think I know a lot, but I want to learn, I will ask, "What chord is that?," even though I don't play. I have an urge to seek out knowledge from everything and everywhere. Some people have called me smart, and I believe others who exhibit similar behavior must be smart as well.
Now this questioning quirk should, I believe, extend to matters of faith. I am drawn to people who want to learn about their faith, inquire of other beliefs, question their own. Not necessarily to deconstruct or disprove, but to just learn. I truly believe in seeking one's own salvation.
All this being said, I still am friends with rather dull people, but I am drawn to people like this. I tend to gravitate towards people who have a past and are creating futures in their own lives. I gather near quirky people, and those who ask "Why?," carry a sort of soft spot in my heart. These people are those who are my friends, my romantic interests, and even my own family. They are those who make me happy and make life enjoyable. Though I may love you still, normal people, you still bore me.