so ive inhabited something that is both a curse and a blessing. They say ignorance is bliss, and that it is. and never will i know the bliss of the unknown. I have stumbled upon the uninhabitable right to read body and verbal language eerily well. Analyzing and decoding every fragment of a sentance, a word, a motion. Like a 6th sense i hone in on things things lodged subconciously, so deep in the psyche that its bearly noticible. Never again will i have the one week space cushion, that cloud 9 feeling after going on a date with a guy, becase i sensed he sat towards the left. No longer can i feel a rush of "maybe he's into me" because he said your the hottest friend i have. Sometimes i analyze so much that i get deeper then the person is thinking, and then i out think them, permitting a reverse effect on this whole paragraph leaving the thought worthless.
