So, first blog ever. It's kind of intimidating, but will probably help me flesh my randomn thoughts and theories out. I tend to use people for this sort of thing, but perhaps this will be less confusing for my friends:} As such, allow me a caveat: Most of the things I write here, unless stated otherwise, are merely general musings, rather than something I've decided/believe.

Anyway, something that's been occupying my mind a lot lately, and consequently some of the conversations with some friends, is the almost control I have over my own emotions. It seriously kind of freaks me out sometimes. In general, I believe it to be a good thing, but still...An example. My grandma died recently. It was sad, but oddly enough, people were more sad for me than I was for myself. I was more sad in a technical sort of way. Like I said, creepy. Heck, I joked about the corpse with my sister at the funeral. Sure, I'm not exactly proud of that, but it shows what I mean. Additionally, however, sadness is not the only emotion I have almost total control over. It runs the whole gamut. Happyness, depression, anxiety...heck, even love. Although more falling out of than falling into. But that's a whole different subject for another time. Things that I see other people get depressed about or down because of or anything of that nature...they don't touch me. It's like they're in a different world. Even crazier, I wasn't always this way. I can't pinpoint it, but I think something just happend, or clicked, or switched, or something. About two years ago or so, by my way of thinking. I can't help but wonder what triggered it. Ah well. This is getting long.

Reading: Mistborn, Brandon Sanderson
Listening: Lollipop, Mika
Mood: Contemplative

Think I've seen other people do that at the ends of blogs. I kind like it.