I feel so silly at my job--doing the things I do and in my downtime, thinking the things I think. I don't browse the technology books at the bookstore. I think about the fact that buildings don't breathe and that sound that leaves make when I step on them. I don't enter DATA into the PDA my mom got me for my birthday; I write on notebook paper the "wrong" way because I like it. I wave to the building across the park because someone might just be waving over there too. What do the ones MADE for this job THINK about? I wonder, when I'm in a strange town (Atlanta lately) if any of the people I see in passing are contemplating, planning, seeing, taking a photo that they will later post on flickr. After realizing what I think, I wonder if I'm "NORMAL," but who wants normal anyway? If the people that think about other things don't think about the things I think about, are they enjoying it? I confuse myself a lot. I enjoy what I think about and the way my mind works. If I can function okay throughout the day without hurting anybody with the way I am, who cares about normal? I still wonder what the others think about. And when I KNOW what they think about and it is about how unhappy they are, I wonder why. Why aren't you happy? I choose to be happy. Why is he so unhappy? Why doesn't he just GET happy? Are we born predestined to be able to be happy or unhappy? Am I the only one that believes that happiness is a choice. Am I the only one that is really really just happy? How can that be? I'm sure someone else is happy without wavering. Maybe that is joy? What is joy? Real happiness and peace within oneself not affected by circumstances or other stimuli? I think myself in circles.

So. Tell me, and be as detailed as you like--How do you think? How do you work? Are you HAPPY?