People

Have you ever thought about other people? Like, seriously. Not like being in a selfish way but putting yourself in other people's shoes. I just read this one girls blog on MySpace about her life. We had more in common than I thought. Her troubles are a little different than mine though. It made me stop and think. I used to think that she was this snobby girl and I surely didn't like her. I shouln't have done that. That's not me. It's weird how I can tell other peoples personalities before saying a word to them. The way they carry theirself, glance, just simple things. I couldn't really tell about her. So I guess I just based my judgement on her appearance...a normal preppy teenager that has nothing better to do than go shopping and to the movies all the time. Not true. I realize that now. People sometimes phase me. I don't get some of them. I'm sure they don't get me either. I try not to put myself out there. I don't like attention. I just take in what's right in front of me at the exact moment. Maybe that's some of the reason I'm an emotional person. I know a lot of people are emotional. Everyone has emotions, they just don't want to realize it. Like guys. They don't show emotion. I've never seen it. I know they do though. Just not out in the open. I don't either but most girls do. I hide my pain, sorrow, anger...all the time. I think that out there in the world other people's lives are worse than mine. They have lots of pain. Some of them commit suicide. Most of them just need someone to be there to talk them through what's happening. Most people don't want to be weak or vulnerable in front of others. I get that. I think the same thing. Then sometimes I wonder why people do drugs. Is it because they have nothing else to turn to? Or they just want to do it. What are they thinking when they do it? I've only been around alcohol, cigarettes, and weed. That's it. Seen it. Never done it. Never touched it. I know what it does to people. That person is lost. They're not really true anymore, just hidden way deep inside. That just confuses me. The mind works in mysterious ways.