A personal exploration
I have that intense urge to sit down with someone and just talk. Mostly, I'm the one who listens and doles out advice when needed or wanted, but for some reason I'm really craving to get thing off my chest and out in the open. Granted specific topics need to be addressed with specific people, but I don't foresee that happening. In fact mostly what I desire to discuss should be directed towards certain individuals, but is there any relevance in trying when you know in the end it will be futile? In all honesty, I might have preconceived notions that would hinder me from trying, but I've stubbed my toe enough to know not to do it on purpose. So, where do I turn in a predicament such as this? Do I meet it all head on? Do I turn to friends for feeble, misguided advice? Or, do I seek talking to a professional (yes, a shrink) just so I can have a shred of clarity?
Here is where my overly analytical self completely negates all options and tells me to just shut the hell up. This is my thought process folks: I have a problem, here are my options, here are all the problems with those options, I'm a grown up and I can deal with it on my own. I end up asking myself the same question repeatedly, "Well, what do I do now?"
If I was more focused on discerning myself than other people, I might be able to find a little clarification. However, I'd rather sit and stare at people in my life, study them, unravel their mysteries, or solve their problems. Though, when it comes to me, myself, and I...I like to stare at walls and hope I can find the answers to my life in the patterns of little bumps. Don't you find something odd in the fact that I prefer analyzing friends, stranger, lovers, and family members, instead of myself? Individuals seem to be fascinated with themselves...I'm around enough people to make that determination, but that makes me the anomaly. I could carouse in that fact, but it actually induces a sense of singularity in me. It's kind of disconcerting when you don't know how to fix what's going on.
Haha, I think I have rambled enough. Bottom line...I'm still a mess. I guess I put a little effort into figuring myself out though. I hate blogging though, there isn't too many details I'll reveal, so it really is a little effort.
P.S. I've still yet to rant on how social networking sites have decreased communication (skills) and personal relationships. They'll be the demise of humanity...just watch.
Here is where my overly analytical self completely negates all options and tells me to just shut the hell up. This is my thought process folks: I have a problem, here are my options, here are all the problems with those options, I'm a grown up and I can deal with it on my own. I end up asking myself the same question repeatedly, "Well, what do I do now?"
If I was more focused on discerning myself than other people, I might be able to find a little clarification. However, I'd rather sit and stare at people in my life, study them, unravel their mysteries, or solve their problems. Though, when it comes to me, myself, and I...I like to stare at walls and hope I can find the answers to my life in the patterns of little bumps. Don't you find something odd in the fact that I prefer analyzing friends, stranger, lovers, and family members, instead of myself? Individuals seem to be fascinated with themselves...I'm around enough people to make that determination, but that makes me the anomaly. I could carouse in that fact, but it actually induces a sense of singularity in me. It's kind of disconcerting when you don't know how to fix what's going on.
Haha, I think I have rambled enough. Bottom line...I'm still a mess. I guess I put a little effort into figuring myself out though. I hate blogging though, there isn't too many details I'll reveal, so it really is a little effort.
P.S. I've still yet to rant on how social networking sites have decreased communication (skills) and personal relationships. They'll be the demise of humanity...just watch.