Pardon Me

I have realized lately that different people react differently to love. Not romantic love, mind you, I am still a novice there - but plain old fashioned stick-your-neck-out-to-show-you-I-care kind of love. It baffles me how so many people are uncomfortable with acts of kindness. They read in ulterior motives that do not exist, me included.

I have had a hard time keeping my word recently. Things are beginning to fall through the cracks in my life which are becoming more apparent. It is interesting to see those who are still chillin' with me even though they don't understand it all.

People like to tell me that I will be someone great someday. I don't see greatness in me. At the end of every day I am actually surprised I made it to the end of another one. I almost half bet myself that I won't be able to do that again. But I am done with self-analysis. I need to discern what is going on with other people because that will make me a better writer. God knows I need a lot of improvement.

So pardon me if I scrutinize your life as you live it. Just taking notes for my next fictious scenario.