People confuse me. Then again, I confuse myself.
You ever wonder if there's some people who are just destined to be part of your life and you know this from the very beginning? I'm lucky, because I have some great people in my life. More than one and I think that's really rare.
But people still confuse me.
Sometimes I wonder if people really get me. I tend to form relationships with people really fast. If it doesn't happen quickly, then it's probably not going to be very significant. It's always been that way for me. Even the relationships that have failed. I think it's because I know straight up if this person is going to be important to me or not and once I've worked that out, I put in everything I have.
Sometimes I'm disappointed because the other person doesn't feel the same way. Sometimes I'm disappointed because the other person doesn't turn out to be who I first thought they were. Sometimes I'm disappointed because I feel like things are only one way. Sometimes things just don't work out at all.
But every now and then...something really good happens.
I think the one that works every now and then is what makes me keep putting everything I have into it. Most of the time, I can't help it. It's who I am. If I care about someone, which I either clearly do from the beginning, or not so much, then they get everything I have. I don't always know if this is a good thing or not. I guess if you're the other person, it is a good thing, but for me sometimes, people use it, they walk all over me, they take advantage of it and inevitably, it doesn't work in my favour.
I hate not knowing where I stand with people. Then again, I don't always like to classify things, sometimes it makes it more interesting when things aren't labelled, it means it's different, it's more than what you can label. I like that.
Yet...people confuse me.
Sometimes I really hate people. They make me angry. I don't know how some people can be the way they are. So narrow-minded. So ignorant. So selfish. So inconsiderate. So...crap.
It gets to me so much sometimes that I can't handle thinking about it. I get frustrated and angry so much so that I have to stop thinking about it or I'll start yelling at the nearest person about it. It gets to me so much that I am so angry and frustrated that I can't even speak. I mean...why do people have to be like that? Is it so hard just to be nice?
Apparently so.
No wonder when I meet a good one, I have to hold on. There's too many crap people in this world. So negative I know. It's hard to be positive sometimes when you can't escape people like that.
Though there's always one...always one person that surprises you and has an uncanny way of restoring your faith in people everytime you start to get really angry and hateful about the world.
Thank god for the rare good people.
And sarcasm...because let's face it, where would we be without sarcasm?
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