I debated about whether or not I’d write about what I’m going to write about. See, now this is a topic I broached to a friend once, but I’m not sure who, nor if that friend remembers, or if said friend even reads this blog. But hopefully this friend does. Because I like people reading my blog and leaving comments, good comments. Because that means I’m doing something right and I like getting my ego stroked but I’m too polite to admit it…so don’t stroke my ego XP

That said, I have possibly the stupidest behaviour ever: I inherently think that ALL glass is one way transparent. Like, all glass. Except that I also have a tendency to realize this, and it becomes all the more startling and amusing if I actually am behind privacy glass or something.
I’ll explain myself: let’s say I’m sitting on a bus, getting bored, semi-day dreaming but looking out the window. I see someone who catches my eye (and no, I don’t just look for pretty girls out the window, I just mean people who don’t blend in XP), and so I start staring, and then they look back, and I suddenly like, half realize they can see me too. I don’t know if one way glass feel is the right way to describe it, it’s more like, if I look through glass I feel like it’s more of a barrier than it actually is. Or not, because glass, as transparent as it is, feels like a lie. It feels like something cold and hostile. It feels like a wall. Because as pretty and transparent as it can be, it’s still there nonetheless, as if to say, it’s ok to look, but that’s all. I guess maybe one way to read this is that I’m insecure and feel undeserving, as if I’m too faulty or dirty to be allowed the chance or privilege of being entrusted with direct access.
Of course, if you’ve been thinking ahead a little, and I hope not because that means my writing isn’t interesting enough to keep your attention on my words as I write them (P), then you’ll recall I wear glasses. All the time. Small glasses too, and since I have pretty bad eyesight, it means that I’m always peering through a small window. Always. I guess it fits my personality, but I guess now that I mention it I can’t help but wonder if it’s been sculpting my personality.
I know that throughout middle school and early high school I wore bigger glasses that stretched beneath my lower peripheral vision, so the ground was always in focus. Once I switched to some slimmer glasses though, the ground kinda got really really far away, and that made me feel about 10 feet tall. I distinctly remember thinking that everyone around me was really short…then I almost tripped over my own feet. That pretty much cut me back down to size haha.

Well, I managed to wander a pretty spot off topic.

So anyone else: opinions on glass walls, windows, and glass in general? XP

and for a super-double whammy of topics: so I’ve been in Taiwan now for maybe 3 or 4 days. I’m not sure anymore, time’s all wonky, and I haven’t been paying attention.
I want to go home.
I realized that probably 2 hours ago just HOW true it is that places in and of themselves aren’t particularly interesting. They can be, don’t get me wrong, but what’s really important is who you’re with. I miss my friends.
Taipei is possibly the COOLEST city in the world, no joke. At least of all the ones I’ve been too, and to be honest I haven’t been to that many, but I have been to a few big ones, but my god…ignore the extreme heat, the humidity if it rains, and I wish I’d grown up here. Or went to college in a city like this place. Just…it’s got the potential to be such a fun city, a place where you’d literally never worry about where to go to hang out with friends, grab something to eat or just wander around or buy something, whatever. And I’m stuck here with my dad.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I hate my family, it’s just they’re my family and not exactly my friends. Like, they’re not the people I’d be friendly with. Maybe it’s because all the family I have here are all past retirement.
Ugh, enough bitching. I hate myself now haha.