It's somehow becoming really clear to me lately that I'm kinda different than most of the people I know.
I have a different routine.
I have different ideas.
I have different necessities.
Different things are important to me.
I do things differently than others I know.
I'm very solitary. Probably to a fault.
I like warm beverages and quiet places.
And I'm beginning to think that a lot of people around me just don't quite understand these things about me.
I'm not sure how to feel about that.
I guess I usually just think that they can think whatever they want, because they really don't know the whole deal anyway.
But sometimes I wonder if I'm really just that unimportant to the people around me that no one even cares to know the whole deal. (I mean, am I just supposed to unload my life on people, all uninvited, if they don't want to know?? I don't think it works that way.)
But then I just feel thankful for the few who do know, and understand, and accept, and support.
Or maybe it's just one of those days.