It's amazing the different kinds of people there are in the world. I've found some will attack kindness and praise the deranged, sympathize and understand them. Putting themselves in danger, but its ok because there are those faithful kind souls who will make things better, or at least, ok again. The clueless, if I can think of a better word I'll change it, wander through life and people as if nothing will hurt them, no matter how far they go.

I don't understand it, any of it. But, I'm clueless too I guess. I think people should be good, to each other, to the planet and all life on it. Up until they (a person) act mad and destroy life, as if it has no importance at all. I just think that's wrong. But, there are enough people in my life who make me question all of that. Am I foolish? Am I too moral? Am I setting myself up as a never ending victim for all those people who are more than willing to take everything I have?

The clueless are so blindly certain about everything, it makes me doubt myself. Are you confused? Well, then we both are.

After years of feeling there was something drastically wrong with me, I began to see a different sort of person. People who do not attack or blame others for everything. Everything, almost literally. Bad weather should be beyond most human control and yet... they can make you feel responsible somehow. With so many years of training it just takes one sigh, the repeating of a few words in just that way. I am to blame, I'm hopeless, when will I ever get it right?...

So there I am, among the clueless, always at fault, always the one to somehow fix things, and always clueless myself to understand how all of this works.