My fingers are freezing. It’s a weird feeling, half-feeling the keyboard, but at the same time, it’s a completely different sensation.
Too much thinking my mom says. It’s weird, how every other sentence my mom says can get me melancholic.
She says not to think so much, but whatever she says makes me think even harder. It’s frustrating. Ever notice how parents do the exact opposite of what you’d expect them to? It’s like their unconsciously try to make your life miserable. Weird.
Another weird thing is, I tend to discard my mom from any and all discussions. I don’t know why, but I guess I have a pretty intense love/hate relationship with her (when she’s ‘available’ that is).
I can’t imagine a life where my mom is constantly home, or home every day at, say, 6pm sharp. I never could actually.
Although, I don’t miss her, which is weird, kids need their parents as far as I know. They need love and all that stuff. I don’t feel any kind of need for that, I’m fine by myself. I’m alone at most other places anyway (although, it’s not really like I go out a lot)?
But no, really, it makes me laugh sometimes. I mean, how abnormal can you get without being some sort of nut-case? I guess I might be the one to find out these limits of self-awareness, if not now, then later in life.
Oh! And the complete randomness of life is amazing. You never know.
Apparently, our math teachers’ husband has died. I guess I’m sorry for her loss, at least, that’s the polite thing to say, right? I guess. Can’t really joke about it. Maybe someone will get her flowers that would be interesting.
I think I need to write a book, a sort of memoir. I love books like that (of course they need to be written well, but hey, I have pretty high standards).
I wonder how does it feel, not thinking, just doing whatever it is a person wants to do, without delaying and without any sort of excuse to do it tomorrow.
I wonder how it feels to be normal. I guess I have my own portion of normalcy, but with all due respect to the freaks of nature (no offence), I do feel abnormal in my own kind of non-special kind of way, if you know what I mean.
Heh.
Another self indulging post about nothing in particular. I’m crazy enough to say I make my self go roflol. =)
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