I’m not sure what to write about. Today was quite uneventful, so I had a lot of time to think/daydream/whatever you want to call it, in class today. The problem is that every time I start thinking, I end up confusing myself. It’s a tragic curse, but I’ve lived with it so far without hurting myself too badly, so I suppose it’s manageable. I guess I just need to cut down on my thinking or something.
I’ve been getting quite thoroughly confused lately, actually. There are just some people who never do what you predict that they’ll do, no matter how well you think you know them. It’s quite annoying, like they’re reading your mind and then doing the opposite just to confuse you. The strange thing is that these sort of people are the most intriguing. It’s some sort of curiosity to get to know this person who evades your every prediction. I’d explain that more, but since people are actually starting to read this blog, I’m not going to, because it’d just result in having to explain more and more anyways. That brings me to my next point.
I hate drama. I hate it with a passion. In fact, Lana and I were just talking about this the other day. It’s not so much the drama of situations themselves that’s the problem, it’s the nosy people that seem to live on the stuff. I could name names here, but I’ve decided to be nice. Something about people trying to find out everything about my life bugs me though; I’m sure it couldn’t be the issue of privacy or anything silly like that. There’s so much drama here and there about so-and-so likes him or her, and she’s not talking to so-and-so because so-and-so talked behind her back to him. It’s a real life soap opera, and it disgusts me how interested people are in this stuff. I mean, if it doesn’t involve me in any way whatsoever, then why should I be wanting to know about it? I admit that I fall victim to this trap once in a while, wanting to know something that I don’t need to know, but it’s just really not much of a problem for me. These people have to know everything about everyone or else they have to go bugging that person to try and pry the information from them. Why? Just so they know it, of course.
I’ve had to deal with this a lot lately, due to a circumstance which likely all of you reading this know about. The fact that you’re even reading this could be a hint that you’re just nosy yourself. I’ve had so many people come up to me and say, “Hey, I read what you wrote on your blog last night.” I mean, I know some of them aren’t trying to find information from it, but I also know that some of them are. It bugs me a lot. I mean, I’m not going to get all uptight and start yelling at people for intruding, but I’m a human, and humans need a bit of privacy. I suppose I’ve opened up my life to the world more since I’m posting this stuff on the Internet, but that’s my choice. It’s different when people take the information they read on here and then start pestering me for more information. I mean, I’m pretty open and transparent about the things I say on this blog. And besides the obvious sarcastic comments and jokes I make on here, I stand by all the things I say on here – although you have to be careful about trusting information that I’ve said in the past, since my opinions may have changed since that point. The best thing to do in that case is to just ask me if it still holds true; I mean, if I’ve shared it in the past, I’ll likely share it now.
Anyways, I say all that to say that it’s my choice as to what I share and don’t share. I’ve been quite open on this blog, but if I don’t say it on here, chances are that it’s because I don’t want to. I mean, seriously – I write in this thing consistently, almost every day without fail. Some days I just run out of things to say, so it’s not like I’m picking and choosing from thousands of thoughts that I could write about. I say what’s on my mind unless I don’t feel like writing about it, and that’s my prerogative as the author of this blog. If it’s not stated in here, chances are highly in favour of the idea that perhaps, just maybe I don’t want to share it. If you really are that nosy, just ask me something that I don’t want to talk about and let me snap your head off verbally. I’ve had way too many people come up to me in the last little while and try to find out stuff that I didn’t want to talk about. Most of the time I simply deflect the question or try and change the subject, but sometimes these people are persistent, and I’m forced to just flat-out shut them up by completely denying all their requests – very sarcastically and sharply, I might add. If you want to be nosy, go right ahead, but you might end up not having a nose for too long. Do I make myself clear?
Ahem. Anyways, that was honestly to no one in particular. I can think of a few names in my mind that I could address this to, but I most certainly won’t, because we all have faults, and I have no right to judge them as being worse than I am. They are all my friends no matter their faults, and they will continue to be no matter how nosy they are. They might end up with broken noses, though. We’ll have to see about that. It’s just something that’s been bugging me lately, and as I said, I write about what’s on my mind. I truly say this out of love, with a smile on my face, when I say that if you really think you’re privileged to know information about me, you should just come and ask me if you really are – you might not get the answer you want, but it will certainly be an honest one. Although I’m not sure if biting people’s heads off can be labelled as “honest.” Bah. I’m just joking – I’m not trying to ruin friendships, just protect my privacy, and so you’ll likely find I’ll be quite polite about it. I may shoot you down, but I’ll be polite about it at least. Anyways, I seem to be digging myself into a ditch, so I think I’ll just end this right now. Ciao for now.