Joy in Mystery

It's been awhile, precisely one month on Friday since I jumbled a few new thoughts out of my scattered head and shared them with the probable few readers that actually take the time to read this.

But I'm ok with that. The significance of actually reading my thoughts aren't much...this is mainly used to write out any occurring thoughts that I find with any such importance to myself, or to others...or I just like to practice my typing and writing skills.

So I'll try to draw up a creative epiphany or story soon but for now all I find myself thinking of is tonight.

There was a girl caught my interest for once, and it's strange to me since I barely know her yet I felt like I found out parts of her personality. Plus I only noticed my slight interest due to myself rambling and feeling like a complete moron...

But what was compelling about this girl was her silence. She seemed conservative with her thoughts which only made me anxious to ask more about her, but I was afraid that it would draw attention to myself and my sudden interest to learn more about this girl.

Plus she was pretty...

So on a tangent, this only baffles me why I'm not so intrigued more by people that I have yet to befriend. I mean it's strange how relationships can develop. I have had friends that I hated the first time I met them, but then ironically we become really close friends.

But back to my main point, which was why aren't we more compelled to find out more about how amazing God made every single one of the unknown people. I guess it's a matter of pride, fear, and protection against our hearts or bodies...