Figure this....
Why don't I talk? Why am I not talking to her? She fits my parameters of a person i would date, extreamly well to say the least. But why am i not wohing her? Why is a question that i frequently ask my self, and it seems to get me no where, until today. In the car ride to the hookah lounge, capatavated in my own thoughts, my friend asked me why i was so quiet. I told him that i was thinking. Thinking about my life, why i do things, there is reason in every happening. Maybe i'm afraid to get hurt, but i have never been hurt, no scars in current existance. Or i don't want to hurt her, cheat on her? No, i now rarely hook up with girls now. I now ask why? The only answer that was evident was go. Talk to her, feel her out, see how things go. This girl is one i would gladly bring back to the parents.
Most people want to be smart, or genius. I've strived to get there, my whole life. As i look at it, there are fall backs to a high understanding of the world. A constant thought process that is extreamly addictive. One thing is that i can read people very well. I have trouble putting thought into words, words are extreamly restricting. Eskmo's have over 10 words for snow. The english lanuage has one. Today i strove to figure myself out. After years of hard work i did. I found out why i do what i do, now that i have the slope of the line, i can expect what is to come. I know why i hang out with who i hang out with, and do what i do. I kno why i say dumb things, i kno why i don't ask questions. Varing degrees of kindness and intellect add to this, and proctect me from situations. We all make mistakes, i just make less of them. I do have hormoes that sometime over come me. In LIB100 i finally rose my hand, and i felt like i stole the professors teachers fire, and somewhat embarassed her. I knew more on the topic than she did. Oh well, forgive is to forget, and now i move on. As i am now.
Most people want to be smart, or genius. I've strived to get there, my whole life. As i look at it, there are fall backs to a high understanding of the world. A constant thought process that is extreamly addictive. One thing is that i can read people very well. I have trouble putting thought into words, words are extreamly restricting. Eskmo's have over 10 words for snow. The english lanuage has one. Today i strove to figure myself out. After years of hard work i did. I found out why i do what i do, now that i have the slope of the line, i can expect what is to come. I know why i hang out with who i hang out with, and do what i do. I kno why i say dumb things, i kno why i don't ask questions. Varing degrees of kindness and intellect add to this, and proctect me from situations. We all make mistakes, i just make less of them. I do have hormoes that sometime over come me. In LIB100 i finally rose my hand, and i felt like i stole the professors teachers fire, and somewhat embarassed her. I knew more on the topic than she did. Oh well, forgive is to forget, and now i move on. As i am now.