So anyway I found this bunch of text from a forum. Thought it might be interesting for some people.
Eleven Ways to tell that you're crazy about someone:
ELEVEN: You walk really slow when you're with them.
TEN:
You feel shy whenever they're around.
NINE:
You smile when you hear their voice.
EIGHT:
When you look at them, you can't see the other people around you, you just see him/her.
SIX:
They're all you think about.
FIVE:
You realize you're always smiling when you're looking at them.
FOUR:
You would do anything for them, just to see them.
THREE:
While reading this, there was one person on your mind this whole time.
TWO:
You were so busy thinking about that person, you didn't notice number seven was missing
ONE:
You just scrolled up to check & are now silently laughing at yourself.
Or not.
Obsession is a powerful thing, be it with people, things, games(uhh...), or actions. Has your mom ever told you that you were obsessed with something, and that it was eating up your life and you should go outside and do something productive? Yes, yes of course. Even if it's never happened to you, here's a false memory to implant in your brain. Take it. Now umm, go to My Brain, and doubleclick on the file saying "false memory". Extract contents. In the case of seizure, buy a new brain.
Wait, where was I? Oh, right. The thing with your mom. My point is, at some point in our lives, or rather, perpetually, we are obsessed with one thing or another. It seems like there always has to be something there to distract us. For me, it's mostly been video games, and then somewhere along the way, end-of-the-world theories, and then the evolution vs creationism debate, after which I moved into differentiating reality from illusion. Somewhere along the way there was something about quantum physics and the implications of time travel. Now it's got to do with games again, and something about what would I do if I had superpowers.
I'd kick ass, that's what I'd do. With telekinesis. Zachary Quinto is going to play Spock in the upcoming Star Trek prequel. Beam me up, Sylar!
And this brings me to an issue that has become somewhat more obvious to me over the past months. I feel less human than I think I should. I see people, totally oblivious to the world around them, blissfully happy. I see other people, drowning in sorrow and grief. And others, acting on emotion, with true feelings, and that carry meaning. And then I look at myself. When have I really been sad, for a good reason? When I'm happy, why is it that there's always something holding me back? There's just something that prevents me from really being happy. Instead, most of the time, I'm like a robot. A machine, with no apparent use other than to consume electricity and disrupt the fourth dimension. My life has been without significance. Not talking about the stuff I normally whine about, I'm talking about the side that I tried to bury with science and information. So there it is, crippled and ineffective. I seem to have lost the ability to feel strongly. This whole "crisis" even examples my ailment. In all honesty, what I see most in it, is that it's going to affect my social life.
Why, am I just so tactical? Why does everything have to have a reason, and everything a plan and strategy behind it? Shouldn't my relationships with friends and all be something natural, without the need for calculation? Does the fact that I rely so much on logic make me a terrible person? More than once have I envisioned leaving my friends behind for greater benefits. And each time I had to forcibly remind myself that everyone around me is important and special, and that I should never do such a thing. But sometimes I think that one day I may just lose all of that, and perform an act so diabolical, that I don't even want to mention it.
I am so weird.
-Joe