Contemplating.

Sometimes I reflect on a lot of things... Or well, not sometimes. I can't say all the time, because that would mean that I don't do anything but think. And that is not true - I also eat, watch television, write and place kisses on various places on my boyfriend, such as his cheeks. Anyway, I constantly contemplate on things that I shouldn't think of. I rather not say what particular things, in fear of seeming too... Odd, or just plain stupid. To reflect on these things are, in ways, a painful occupation. But I've also found that I often enjoy myself when I contemplate. Making things more complicated than they really are, is fun. You learn, more about yourself as well as your surroundings. But at the same time you get so much more confused. I find that I can't really trust that a rock is just a rock, that the Judgement Day doesn't exist or that my eyes don't fool me when they tell me that my chair is blue and not a mix of other colors. It also makes me wonder if love is really love, or if it's just an euphoric feeling we experience when we meet someone who meet our needs a.o. expectations. And when I say needs, I mean needs such as someone to take care for, someone who makes us feel loved, someone who gives us excitment (etcetera).
As I've written this post, I've had a great lot on my mind. I've though about theories on love, I've thought about how to be in order to be perfect. And now I'm starting to feel messed up again - something that I'm not quite happy about. So I think I'll just end this post here and now before it goes out of hand.