I'm not implying that I'm perfect. In fact, I am boldly stating that I am, and I know you agree.

I come across as a little stupid, I think.

People are happy to copy my work, have me feed them all of the answers, sit with them for ages explaining things they don't understand, but heaven forbid I do well, much more score a single mark higher than them. People can be very petty, when it comes to things like that. They forget I was the one taking notes all semester, asking questions, and so on.

'Hi, I'm X and I'm a people-person, and therefore completely tactless, because that's what a people-person is like. I miss all the obvious and subtle hints, because I'm very perceptive and super-intelligent, qualities which have obviously been enhanced by my experiences. Clearly, I am a truly wonderful person.'

'Hi, I'm Y and I'm really smart but also really humble. You will not meet a more self-absorbed person than myself, and that's okay because I am so very humble. I like to go around picking on people whom I believe to be all 'me me me', because that sort of behaviour is unacceptable.'

'Hi, I'm Z and I'm the funniest and most interesting person on the planet. Every word out of my mouth will leave you in awe. Every letter I enunciate will have you in stitches, because I'm that hilarious. I know you're interested in each of my pathetic attempts to hold on to your attention, so I'll give you a detail of exactly how I was sleeping and the position of my head relative to my left thumb, when I woke up suddenly this morning to the sound of my alarm. It was so interesting and funny.'

Shut up.

Life takes time.

I think I might die young.

You know when you try to picture yourself in a few years time, few decades etc., and it's really difficult? I think that bit is normal. The other part is where I can't see myself changing or maturing any more. The way I think and see the world hasn't really changed since I was a kid, and can I really be the same when I'm thirty or forty? I'd be too...perky? Young? Naive? Not quite sure how to put it, but I'm not really adult, and it's not because I'm irresponsible or incapable of doing things on my own.

It's kind of a scary thought. I can't react the same way to things when I'm middle-aged as I do now, but I don't know if I can change. It's one thing to go from 10 to 20 and not change a huge amount, because even at 20, you're still considered young and are just getting a grip on the real world. But what happens if I'm, say, thirty-five, and I get really stressed and break down crying? Is that really acceptable from someone so old?

I don't really know. I suppose I could be a hermit and therefore avoid social norms and expectations. It's probably easier to accept a weirdo who keeps to their self than it is to accept someone who is too perky for their age.

Just a thought...

Do you ever wonder if bees fly upside down? Just for the fun of it?
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Keeping company.

There is no feeling in life worse than feeling alone.

Every problem in life is so much easier when you have someone. They don't have to go through it with you, or know what's going on, but just be there.