I Don't Know.

I was thinking today and all that gadabout commotion concerning who we are, is really getting annoying. Like we can't decipher any difference anymore. There are people you like, people you don't like, people who make you feel uncomfortable and people who no matter how bad the situation is make you feel that smile on the inside and you get all tingly. Like drinking champagne that goes down with that Coca-Cola feel without the burning afterward that makes you ever wonder why you chugged that two liter to impress the girl who followed you around all night but never had the courage to say, "I like you."
I don't know...
But in the midst of all that champagne tingliness, I started thinking  about people who cry after sex. Don't ask me why my mind even crossed this path because to tell you the truth I don't know either. But who out there cries after sex? Are there people who sit and judge other people on whether or not they think they could be a person who cries after sex..  Like the Hanes commercials where the two women sit and in a multiple choice kinda way of doing things say, "Boxers" or "Briefs", so stereotypical. To which Kevin Bacon or Michael Jordan always seems to be present when things like this happen and says, "They're Hanes."
Are there people who sit down and pluck out people they see and say to themselves, "Yes," "No," "God no," and "..eh." Then I started thinking about the 'Eh's' in everyone's life. If we sent all of the people we thought were 'Eh's' to an island, would we miss them? Then I thought "What if.." Nothing else just that phrase, "What if.." As if I'd find something to attach to the end of it, but I'd hoped to do so pretty soon because wondering what it was I what if is really starting to make me think of things I either wouldn't normally think about or don't want to think about, which isn't too bad I guess.. But then I started thinking about why I couldn't think like this when peer editing and topic decisions in high school and college were mandatory and figured from right then that I was doomed to a never ending cycle of, hate to say, "Topic Changes."
But in the event of doing this I began craving a bowl of cereal to which I sat and stared at the pantry with some great intent that the bowl of cereal would actually fix itself. Which wasn't good because then I thought about what it would be like to have powers like that and well I don't wanna go any further..
I don't know...
It all seemed greatly intriguing when I was thinking about it at the time.
Maybe I'm just thinking too hard.. or not enough. Either way, people worry too much about who they are when they've got so much else to think about within the span of four minutes and thirty six seconds, which was how long this Alanis Morrisette song was that I, come to think of, want to listen to again..
Look the point is..  Stop thinking about who you are and start thinking about...
I don't know..
Something other than what your unseen panel of hipster judges deemed a "fashion nightmare" or what your Clairemont Debonair says is "In." I don't even think that's a real magazine, look...  We've got a lot more time to think about who we are when we're not thinking about who they want us to be.
That's all I'm saying. I don't know..
But, come to think of it.. What else are we gonna do with our time if we're not thinking about who we're wearing.. or whether or not who we are wearing is considered acceptable.. There's just.. too much to think about to stop thinking about it and think..
Hmm. I don't know..