30 November 2011

You Belong to Someone

Becoming exceedingly aware that no one thinks like I do.
No one operates the way I do.
That's where frustration comes in--in the failure of meeting expectations; of you, of me, for you, for me.
I'm ok with this, I think.  Just taking everything in. 

I mean, if we thought or worked the same, we would have nothing to fight about and that would be dull.  Boring even.  Compatible?  Meh.  I just wish we thought a smidgen more similar.  Just a tad.
Next week will bring fresh air.  Until then, I will let my lungs grow stale.