strange people

“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there you read this and know that, yes, it’s true, I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.”

--Frida Kahlo

I love this. To my strange counterparts: I love you.


At a strange point in my life. We are beyond the halfway point in my studies...which I am temporarily too exhausted to put more effort in than the minimum amount.

I'm also strange romantically, I guess. I keep thinking about this logically...and then realizing I am not a logical person. Or just my logic doesn't look like a lot of peoples' logic, I guess. I suppose if things were easy, everyone would be happy and in relationships and nobody would fight. Which is not the case. All I'm saying is: my standards are not super high. Someone interesting who wants to hang out with me enough to make effort is pretty much it. That doesn't seem like much to ask, right?


Oh well. Stranger things have happened. Ordinary things happen too, though.