Dazed and Confused

I feel like I am walking around with my feet where my head is and my head where my feet are. Nothing seems to make any sort of sense.

We talk every single day. All day at that. Consistent. I never do that.

We send smileys. Corny and cheesy but I like it.

You gave me such an intense look and then went for the kiss, no hesitation.

Then you did it again the next weekend, after you walked me home, with my hand in yours.

Yet I am STILL confused on whether it was the immense amount of alcohol coursing through our veins and the tension between us...or if it was something else.

Why can't we just walk around with signs on our foreheads...saying:

I like you

I hate you

Be my girlfriend

Smile, because its beautiful

Hug me, kiss me, its okay

But we don't, so I continue to sit here, pondering, like an ass.

Invisible Awareness

Every day as I walk across campus I see the faces of the other kids who are paying too much to sit in classrooms, get an education, and go to work the rest of their lives. I usually see at least one familiar face, maybe a few more. But more than often, I see a completely unfamiliar one. A stranger. There are over 2,000 kids at my school. Why does it still surprise me to see a strange face? I have this odd habit, however, because once I see a face once, I will remember it. We don't even have to talk, but as long as I have seen you before...I will remember you. As you can guess, this can cause some pretty awkward moments for me.

Why is it though, that if I am able to remember your face, why can't you remember mine? Am I that insignificant? Why don't I make an impact?


Am I not worth remembering?