And the rest are rust and stardust

I was talking to a friend that day and he mentioned that the way I analysed stuff was pretty interesting. And I was going on about all my different "life theories" and sharing one or two with him. The first theory goes like this: People who are bitter should eat more sweets. The more sweets you eat, the sweeter you get. But actually the real truth is, people who eat the most sweets are probably the most bitter. They just use the sweets to try and console themselves and "mindfuck" themselves that they are not bitter, hoping that it will help them.

I just think I have the weirdest mind. The things I think about and what I notice, its different. I notice what people usually do not notice and don't notice what people usually notice. I am actually pretty observant? Well, about clothes and hair. I actually notice what people wear and rmb what they wear and their hair and if they just had a haircuts etc. I notice the minor stuffs and forget the important ones. Its like I am a alien or monster or something out of this world. And maybe I'll try comforting myself by saying "maybe, just maybe, maybe I am a unicorn?" Which is of course not possible, but there's no harm believing in that or thinking that way right? 

Another of my friend said that I was "unpredictable". Well he said that caused he dared me to jump into the waters of the man-made beach and said that he would be my slave for a day if I did that. I immediately took off my shoes and started running towards the waters. My other friend was already laughing and laughing. Then they both added, there has to be a splash. And in the end, I won. I actually jumped into the waters of the man-made beach in the freezing night and "made a splash". Of course, i got all wet and sandy after that. 

Sometimes I don't really understand myself either and I guess I am just hard to handle. A confused mind can bring lots of problems and weird thoughts. Maybe I am like leaves... I change and I fall in autumn?

“we say we love flowers, yet we pluck them. we say we love trees, yet we cut them down. and people still wonder why some are afraid when told they are loved” -Brandi Snyder