I figured out something really weird about me, concerning my attitudes towards change and variety in my daily life. I walk to the library almost every day in order to volunteer, and usually I take these two streets to get there. I'd thought that I enjoyed variety; every day I'd walk and think to myself "Oh, today I'll walk down this street, and up this street", or if I was feeling especially different, I'd take the big main street one way. Recently I discovered that I can actually take any of the smaller streets I pass on the way to the two streets I usually use, since they all lead there eventually. My initial reaction was "Yay, now I have more routes!".
But then I started thinking about actually taking those routes, and I got sort of uneasy. I have no clue why, it just makes me really uncomfortable thinking about walking down any of those streets, like something terrible is going to happen to me. Which really doesn't make sense; something could happen on any of these streets; none of them are especially more dangerous than the other.
So I've decided that while I like to delude myself into thinking I like change and variety, it really bothers me to mess something up once I establish a nice, working routine. This holds true when I think about me walking to school, and why I generally refuse to jay-walk even if I have the opportunity.
Anyways, that was interesting to me, and probably not to you, XD. The past few days have been alright. The hottest Asian guy of my life came into the library to check in with his sister - after I'd signed off my shift. Oh, the tragedy. I watched two episodes of John Adams with Callie yesterday. Jefferson is hilarious in his boredom, and dear Mr. Rutledge from S. Carolina is probably my favorite. With his lavender coat. Yum.
I'm going to be Peter Pan for the book ball at the end of the month. I've always wanted to be him!