I..!

I feel like I have understood only half of myself. I am not sure if I have even seen the other half to know and understand what it is like.

The half that I know is organized. It has a plan, its logical and its straight forward. Everything seems absolutely fine with it. Theres really nothing much interesting about it. Its the usual..normal outwardly self for the society and the people around it.

But.... the other half...the unknown one.. is lively and puzzlingly simple and uncomplicated. And yet I dont understand it...I dont understand why it is the way it is. Everything is random and its religously random at everything as if its following a pattern in being random.

But then it also makes me think if my description of it being randome is true or if I am just playing with words here.

People are strange right. I am strange too. Things that happen to me and them are also strange.
Moods. Crap... no! not that counter-productivity product. First thing that came to your mind right. Not your fault. Dont worry about it. Both my halfs thought up the same thing... one will not say it outloud and the will not stay without saying that former wont say it. Anyway thats not the point. I wanted to say about the moods and thoughts that come to me. I have just seen a movie. Its beautiful. Its got a good story to tell. The performances were realistic. Of course there were some unrealistic incidents but I have not seen much of the county side to know or believe if it was just as it happens in real life in those places. It talks about love and persistence. It attempts to let know of the value of a purpose in life..of life.

Somethings happen just like that. At the right time and the right moment to some people. Happened to me too many times. When it happened they seemed quite timely and important. When I look back those moments dont seem significant enough.

Am I thinking right?

She said I misunderstood her..probably she meant I didnt understand her. Didnt I?
Thoughts are too fast. When I am trying to write down...I feel like I am losing time. I feel I like I want to stop writing.

I have my issues to resolve.

How cruel is the reality with people, relationships, emotions. How real are damages that these take.

Later!