Something or other

It's raining.

Do you ever escape into your dreams? Sleep and dream up wondrous things, and happenings? I'm not talking about fantasy crystals or anything like that. I mean make up an amazing life for you to live every night. Once day you're the worlds most renown computer programmer known by name across the world, one day you're a successful business who can retire from working because of investments and assets, or one day you have a family and you do all those sitcom, magazine ad, do-good family stuff. Not quite like dreaming of having a purple monkey as your best friend but that's what I dream about. A life to escape my life. I plausible, however wishful, life. Does that mean I'm not happy with my life? I'm quite content. But every now and again, it's nice to imagine your life, only better. Harder, better, faster, stronger.

I don't know where I was going with that. It was just rambling I suppose.

Well this is a short post, very unlike me. I always have something to say on something. But. Just looks like I don't.

I wonder what people think of me sometimes. I wonder what people think when I do weird things. I know my friend thinks I do it for the attention, but I don't. There are things I do for attentions, but generally I think I just do things because it amuses me. I don't know why. I get bored easily I suppose. No, wait. I know I get bored easily. All my acts of randomness are sometimes just randomness. I just want to do it because I want to do it. If I were to try to be different, I don't think I would pull it off well. I guess it gets to me.... Sometimes... When people think I'm random for attention. But if I'm crazy on my alone time, how can one prove that?
It bothers me.

It bothers me when people get the wrong impression of me. Strange right? Very strange. Once again, I don't know where I was going with this. Goodnight.

Rain for me some more,
Shadowlesstomorrow