This past weekend I was in a very light-hearted, giggly, "schoolgirl" mood, especially yesterday afternoon. Today, I'm super-serious, focused, driven, and annoyed (yeah, like that last part ever changes, right?). It's strange how a single night of sleep can so completely change a mood.
What are my goals and hopes in life? What do I want to accomplish? If I want to be remembered, for what should that remembrance be? Where do I want to go, and why? How do I want to live? Do I want others in my life?
I don't think anyone else understands that these questions are continually in my mind, and my serious nature is contemplating them every second of my existance. Even when I'm doing other things or if I seem to be doing "nothing", these thoughts are there, being processed, with choices and decisions being tested and results guessed. This explains my moods and outbursts which, otherwise, look pretty random and unfocused; they're planned, understood, and focused only if viewed through my mind and being. Some people blow me off as "dramatic" - their loss. I only seem "dramatic" because those that blow me off as such lead such boring and inane lives doing nothing of interest.
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