Strange

When your strange no one remembers your name. This is the most bs song lyric. Growning up as a loner/introvert I hated that lyric. I had the opposite reaction ever Tom dick and Harry knew my name for some fucking reason. Why is it people have a fascination with obsessing over people or things that are different. Then harrasing and judging them. Growing up it seemed everything I did was a strange and foreign thing to be mocked in hushed tones. there was one time I dyed my hair different colors I loved it it was brown and blackish blue. I loved that it was different and unique. But like most days as soon as I got to school they had to crush my spirit but putting me on spot and making huge deal. Asking me rediculous questions about being in a gang. Which is even more rediculous when you know I was in the third fucking grade in the suburbs. They asked me when would it wash out I grew up poor didn’t know about temporary hair dye. I even asked what’s the big deal it’s hair. Even to this day I’m like what is wrong with people. If I seen people with different ways I would be that’s different but honestly don’t care. This shit and stupid shit like it is part of life I guess we’ll it is for me. Sometimes and by sometimes I mean most of the time I don’t understand people. I worked at a job for about three years the people I talked to I talked to alot. But if I don’t know you I really have no interest in talking to you unless I have to. I had to talk to my HR manager about something and she attempted to describe me and I laughed she described me as shy. I told her I don’t talk to her cause I don’t need to or want to. Most people say I never stop. It always seems people are horrible judges of character. I feel like I’m pretty good except for men I’m interested in I’m horrible. But being a good judge of character doesn’t help me understand people. I don’t understand when people play games in relationships. My asshole always thinks I’m playing games he acts like I tell him I want to break up is a game. Do people do this I don’t understand. I pretty much just say what I mean I say I hate you cause I do. I say I’m making you cake cause I felt like it not because I expect anything. I don’t understand why people only do something to get something. I do shit because I like to. Honestly just showing I care. Rambling on like I do. So just end it I am shit at spelling and am all over the place. But it is what it is. Wicka picka boo