May Be

Everyone must love something. it's implied and seeked out in questions asked by others most of the time. it's strange how we all need to do some correlation and labeling work when getting to know someone. my birthday's just around the corner and i'm starting to feel that i'm at a phase where everything is getting redefined or reevaluated so i'm not particularly in love with anything at all. just have a sense of piqued curiosity at others and myself and how we evolve in our own ways. very different from spending the first quarter of my life as an extremist where everything is identified as love or complete indifference.

I wonder why perfectly normal ppl feel the need to impose themselves on u in terms of what they're about. i really don't care bout what ppl want me to know bout themselves or their accomplishments or what they think are their healthy "attractive" activities they do on their free time. tell me something i don't know, the real, unique, untouched side. attempts at trying to impress or seem normal/healthy is so surreal to me that even as chit chat is lame, i rather speculate bout the speed of grass growth. i do it too. and i kick myself mentally every time and wish i had better ppl to speak to that don't dig this type of talk. this goes for men more so than women since for women, their self image is imprinted 99% in their clothes, body, makeup, hair, shoes, and so on.

Think for May, i'll just be.