The Comfortable

The comfortable, the familiar. It dominates our lives, gives us something to look forward to, gives us something that we can find predictable. We enjoy the fact that work starts at 9am and will end at 5pm, regardless of the events in between. As far as our eyes can see, there is no reason to break out of this. There is no reason to change. But why do we limit ourselves to the minute distance our pathetic eyes can discern? Why are we not always looking for more? Why are we okay with "settling?"

I don't settle..I don't. The fact that I don't settle has hurt so many people along the way, and will likely hurt more people. I don't feel sorry for myself, but I do feel sorry for people who put their lives and happiness in my hands because, nine times out of ten, they won't be the one I'm looking for. I have this odd, unimaginable picture of my perfect life-mate, and no one has really even come close. As such, I don't feel like I'm on a quest to find "the one," but more so I'm on a quest to trample everyone on the way. It's unfortunate, but thus is life.

I wish someone could get inside my head, that someone could understand me, because I'm not crazy. What I do truly is logical, every smile, every gesture, every action is done for a specific reason. My brain is a damn pentium chip.

I'm sorry.