I crave meaning.
I want to know why people do and say the things they do and say. Or at least I think I do.
Deep thoughts lead to over analyzing, and over analyzing leads to creating my own meaning. But who am I to attempt to connect meaning to something someone else said or did, when I cannot even attach real meaning to half of my own actions and words?
I’ve been struggling lately with the idea of ‘being genuine’.
Why is it that I feel like I put on a facade every time I step through the doors of my work place? Why do I feel obligated to appear happy, excited, and bright eyed?
Why is it that I feel like half of the people who know me, don’t know me at all?
Damn, this I’m being way too pensive again.