Sensitive Incensed Nonsense

There are many types of people in this world, each one wired differently. Some have a tendency to form cliques and make sure every decision is aligned with the clique, even if it means losing their backbone. Some have a tendency to be detached from cliques, for their want of not wanting to align with others... (for too many) parallel lines are boring.

I have always been one who veers in a go-around direction, myself not sure where I'm going and not wanting to ask the way (in terms of social circles). I find cliques to be boring. Sure it feels good to belong, but if belonging robs you of your freedom of time, choice and thought, I'd rather not belong.

And that is why, though I fit in occasionally, I have a very active conscious thought that I will / should / might never belong to any one single clique.

We all want to be unique. However, the truth is that, we are each as unique as the other person. So, in order to create the illusion of uniqueness, we prefer to withdraw into a self-drawn world, where one person exists within the confines of his mind. In this world (then), he is unique.

And this thought makes life easier to deal with.

In this night of day, the air around my mind seems to mess with its thoughts again, and as my fingers transcribe them into word form they hint of mysterious deepness, yet in reality could I just be complicating simple thoughts with the many words used to describe them; while still doing injustice to them. Sigh.

This is the price to pay when you refuse to sleep when your body tells you to. Your mind gets calm and noisy at the same time. Focused, yet talking incessantly in the "ungraspable" time that makes up this hour.

What nonsense.

(Ah yes, I have learnt to laugh at the hilarity of this all. This all. This all.)