Sometimes people bother me. I used to think that I was attracted to dramatic influences, first in my reading and then in my community (which ever) I lived around at the time. I remember being able to read and understand people as a child. How strange for an eight year old to understand that sort of "thing" whatever it is. I have a filing system which helps me recognize "themes". I see people as themes, sadly. Before I shake their hand I know what theme they now represent in my life. Be it a single serving theme, it is what it is.
Sometimes people bother me. The inability to use the KSAs one develops over a series of events in their life just boggles my mind. What drives the masses to such weakness as allowing others to influence them completely? I don't understand people who have the ability to ignore and lie to themseleves for years without self justice. How one's self esteem can allow such a caged life...
Sometimes people bother me.
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It's raining here today. The only thing I'll actually miss about this cave is the fall and winter weather. I am so sick of complaining about my geographical misfortunes that I've managed to make myself sick. What people do for love...
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