This day has been fulfilling in the oddest way. I can't stand being home. I like being out somewhere. Whether it is meeting new people, exploring new destinations, smelling the aroma of an unknown place, is just one of my favorite things to do. Sure, I do like to be a homebody, just staying home, listening to music, watching tv, etc. But as I got older, I realized that there is so much that the world has to offer. New sights, fascinating people walking down the streets; hearing them talk, asking questions about their life, I felt at peace.
I'm not a creeper or anything, but if a person was comfortable talking to me, and if I had a deep curiosity about them, then hell, I would rip out questions up and down. Don't get me wrong, I respect a person's privacy, but my curiosity always gets to me. Sometimes, I feel that it is one of the worst, yet the best qualities to have. Though, my curiosity has gotten the best of me. Points where I think I've asked too much. As far as I know, occasionally, I can't handle the truth. Only I wish I could. Maybe that would hurt too much.
I learned a lot today. About the hidden truth about Stroudsburg's youth. There is a lot of drugs involved, quite obviously. Just listening to their stories, I felt as if I was immaculate. And I thought I was messed up because of my rare mentality. I was wrong, inexorably wrong. It made me wonder, how it all began for them. Why do it? Why start something that cost so much and caused "hardship" on them. Isn't it illegal? Yet, they enjoyed it. It was like a safe haven for them. Somewhat of a diluted, plant-like refuge. I was curious on how it felt for me. But, trying it is on my low list of priorities. Next to anal sex. (HA)
Okay no, it's not a priority. But if I ever had to do it, if I was a journalist, reporting on a cause and effect, sure. Of course, I could be part of that, but other than that, I'm not going to do something for the sake of trying it. I might of said that before. But here I am now. I sometimes need a reason to do something. This, is no exception.
I was reading past entries that I've written. Okay, they were very LONG entries ago, about three years ago. And I still had that same mentality. That same longing to be away from home, exploring, seeing new things, meeting people that I've never seen before. I guess I love to be in motion. I can't help it. I love it. I love the feeling of going to place to place and just taking in all the sights and smells.
I guess that's what being a journalist is all about. Though, the only thing that scares me about the job is the frequent plane rides. I'm such a baby when it comes to planes. I always feel that I'm going to crash and fearing that my loved ones will really miss me. After falling so madly in love, I was afraid that if I crashed and died, that BH will find someone better and go off and marry that person. It was like in "Cast Away." Just thinking about that stuff makes me so upset. Put yourself in Tom Hank's character shoes. After loosing Wilson, then finding out your one true love thought you were dead and went off with someone else.
For me, I'd keep on looking.
No matter what.
I like cats. They don't smell. I sometimes wish dogs smelled nice like my shampoo and that they had nice smelling breath. I know that was so out of blue, but honestly, who wants to be near something smelly? Like, if I have a dog on my own, I would make sure that pup smells good. I mean, just think of your pup as a real person. Clearly you wouldn't like it if your friend smelled bad.
Right?
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Looking through the writings of people my age (or at least moderately close) is so great. I wish I had the time to spend more time with them. They are all away, out of reach, doing other things. Probably reading or writing or even both. I need to read more. Actually, I am thinking about finishing "Twilight" in the next couple of days and then... after that, I'm not so sure. I could probably read the whole series. Who knows what will happen in the coming days.
