anyone to deny you would be out of their mind
Sometimes I catch myself wanting things that aren't me. It's frusterating admiring something about somebody because you think the way their mind does, you just don't express it the same, so they don't see the simalarties. Ya.
We were discussing Holden Caulfield in A.P the other day. And most people did not like his way of thinking. The way he jumped around so much, and how he seemed "too depressed" as if nobody could ever feel that sad. Which is ignorant to observe. "Nobody can be that depressed" was what one girl said. I almost lost all my respect for her when she said that. Obviously they've never felt that alone, that helpless, or even that hopeless. I knew how I thought once in awhile wasn't normal, at least amoungst the "above average crowd" oh well. I enjoy the way he things. I don't care if its full of repetion, swearing, imaturity, and what else. It's the honesty I love. The phonies, the fakeness of our world. In our behavior.
I want to meet new people. But I dont want to meet people that aren't like me. I want to meet people that I dont have to explain a whole lot to. That way you dont have to go through the whole scene of getting to know them, and then realizing you don't even like them. That happens to me a lot. But then again, I'm just hard to please.
Our four day weekend just began. I was excited until I realized I dont have that much to do besides work. I got invited to a party Saturday night, but I'm not sure if I am going to go or not. Most the guys that are going to be there don't even like me because they think I'm stuck up. If they talked to me they'd realize I'm not, they'd realize I'm more decent then I appear to be.
People have been telling me I look mad a lot. Freshmen that are in the Sunday night classes I help teach tell me that. When they see me walking around school they want to say Hi to me, but they don't because they think I look mad. Hah, I just usually am thinking, or tired as hell. My normal face looks like I'm mad though. That's probably why people aren't always friendly with me. So I have to try extra hard to smile to make people believe I'm not upset.
anyway. I think I may just go work on this scrap book I am making for my open house. Oh wait, Eric just signed on, now I can talk to him about what's going on this weekend. I want to know if I should go into Lansing or not. He'll know what's up. We're going to Chicago for Spring break. Him, and I, and whoever else wants to go in the family. Missy probably won't, i'm not sure about the Garvey's or not. Scott will probably want to go. Then we will go up to Mt. Pleasant and visit Amy because her spring break is different then ours. We're going to do something there, but I forgot what it was we talked about.
alright, bye
We were discussing Holden Caulfield in A.P the other day. And most people did not like his way of thinking. The way he jumped around so much, and how he seemed "too depressed" as if nobody could ever feel that sad. Which is ignorant to observe. "Nobody can be that depressed" was what one girl said. I almost lost all my respect for her when she said that. Obviously they've never felt that alone, that helpless, or even that hopeless. I knew how I thought once in awhile wasn't normal, at least amoungst the "above average crowd" oh well. I enjoy the way he things. I don't care if its full of repetion, swearing, imaturity, and what else. It's the honesty I love. The phonies, the fakeness of our world. In our behavior.
I want to meet new people. But I dont want to meet people that aren't like me. I want to meet people that I dont have to explain a whole lot to. That way you dont have to go through the whole scene of getting to know them, and then realizing you don't even like them. That happens to me a lot. But then again, I'm just hard to please.
Our four day weekend just began. I was excited until I realized I dont have that much to do besides work. I got invited to a party Saturday night, but I'm not sure if I am going to go or not. Most the guys that are going to be there don't even like me because they think I'm stuck up. If they talked to me they'd realize I'm not, they'd realize I'm more decent then I appear to be.
People have been telling me I look mad a lot. Freshmen that are in the Sunday night classes I help teach tell me that. When they see me walking around school they want to say Hi to me, but they don't because they think I look mad. Hah, I just usually am thinking, or tired as hell. My normal face looks like I'm mad though. That's probably why people aren't always friendly with me. So I have to try extra hard to smile to make people believe I'm not upset.
anyway. I think I may just go work on this scrap book I am making for my open house. Oh wait, Eric just signed on, now I can talk to him about what's going on this weekend. I want to know if I should go into Lansing or not. He'll know what's up. We're going to Chicago for Spring break. Him, and I, and whoever else wants to go in the family. Missy probably won't, i'm not sure about the Garvey's or not. Scott will probably want to go. Then we will go up to Mt. Pleasant and visit Amy because her spring break is different then ours. We're going to do something there, but I forgot what it was we talked about.
alright, bye