Sometimes I have thoughts that I think are wonderful and brilliant and all that,
and I think,

Let's blog about that.

And then I realize exactly how strange those thoughts would seem if I actually put them into words.

Sometimes I am just amazed at how cool this world is - everything in it (with the possible exception of some of humanity's unfortunate habits) is just so neat, and I get all excited, and I want to do everything, see everything that I possibly can.  I want to travel and meet people and see old buildings and paintings and then just sit in the grass and look at the sky, and that's really exciting too.

But if I ever mention anything like that, I always get odd looks.

Apparently I am amazed by the simplest of things, and most other people just don't see the world that way.

I think it's their loss.  It's a good feeling.  It can be infuriating when I can't travel or work or experience certain things because I have no money and I'm not eighteen yet, but it's still a fantastic feeling.

I'm going to go weed my garden.