Introduction to my strange mind...

Oh lord....

   I'm sitting at my counter-top on a leather spinning stool, writing this on my small, sleek Acer laptop, wondering what people would assume about me by my looks, or what I am writing, or my teeny black laptop. Would they think I am some sort of hipster, who likes to drink macchiattos from Starbucks? Or some sort of no-life, who has nothing better to do than write stories people probably don't care about? I assume things about other people a lot, so why don't they assume things about me? Or do they...
   I will probably never know anything about anything people really think about me, based on my own standards. And I'll probably never know anything about anyone else, based on my own thoughts. Based on my mind, all humanity's communication problems trace back to me. If I alone could get the courage to talk to someone about what I really think, all of their problems would be fixed, but I don't, because of my assumptions of their assumptions. So whose fault is it really? Their fault for not communicating, or my fault for assuming?
   This chapter was sort of a prelude to the crazy thoughts I am likely to keep pumping out. A warning, if you will. If your brain already hurts, sayonara. But if you haven't left yet, stay tuned for the insanity! Look out for me over-thinking things! And definitely watch for.... hyperboles!!!!!!!! Sorry if you have a headache from my head. Take some asprin and a mug of hot tea. Bye, fellow crazies!
 

Reviews

[CBH]

OMG! I totally imagined you sitting on a stool by the counter, with the same computer as me, drinking tea! This is crazy! Maybe I'm phsychic...(Probably spelled that wrong)

[KeeD]

Tuned into the Chloe show, can't wait to see whats next on this journey into your mind.

[haymaker14]

I like it Chloe. Very good imagery! I could really see what you were talking about. I really like how it is kinda like a diary. I can even relate to it believe it or not!