Lost Love Lust

Sitting myself down in the vintage black chair that exists in my room,
I put a little “Boney M” on and sip a little water from a coffee cup.

Indeed, a revelation bewilders me.

Perhaps I truly will always be the weird geeky girl.

I digress and continue to hum along to “Rasputin”.

If they put 80’s music on at a party, I will be the one dancing.

If you say you are doing something, and I disagree, I will most likely be very direct and tell you:
You are a complete idiot.

I won’t always agree with certain aspects of the american lifestyle and mentality.

In group projects, I will almost always just do the whole project to satisfy my pet peeve of selfish perfection.

I most likely won’t let you wash the dishes, because I will want them to be done by me.

I might not always dress according to the “what is cool” manual.

I will always prefer intriguing people instead of beautiful people.

When it comes to taste, in music, movies, and everything, I will always have an opinion.

When it comes to your ideas, thoughts, and everything, I always be curious to hear your perspective.

I might like cheesy glasses, and I certainly won’t always do as I am told.

But one thing is quite certain, and has come to me right this moment, I do realize, that
right now, in these days, months, years, I truly am finding myself.

I am becoming a person, with thoughts, and opinions, with style, and with flaws.

And it further alludes me that if a year ago, I knew who I was, what will I think in 5 years? Or 10? Will I be the same? Or will I constantly change my perspective?

These questions are killing me.

Damn you, person who invented the human mind and all of its anomalies.

Damn you while I walk away singing “ra-ra-rasputin, russia’s greatest love machineeee”

I digress.