I’m short on time, so I’m giving myself 2 minutes to write this entry.
Today I thought about what I’m doing… and I one thing struck me. I’m quiet. Much too quiet. And I’m not quiet on the inside. At least, I hope I’m not. I don’t think I am.
I can’t organize my thoughts. I can’t really organize, period. Just look at my computer’s desktop - more icons than I can count, and most of them are folders that I’ve used to toss all the other icons into - several times. On the other hand, I am more organized than other people. I fall somewhere in the middle.
And I’m boring. I don’t want to be like everyone else. And yet, I’m not. Other people seem to have such insight into human experiences. What about me? I don’t. Maybe I’m disconnected. Maybe writing short sentences is stifling my true thoughts. Or are my thoughts really this simple? It scares me.
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