I pondered this morning and asked myself what words would go with these photos that I took yesterday. Maybe it’s the combination of music, setting, and the delightful smells of my tea dancing with my apple kolache which entertain my mind for writing.
I’ve always viewed people equally. Gender, age, race, religious beliefs, they’re all in a grey area for me. If it doesn’t impact my life and a level of respect amongst all parties are established then I don’t pay it any mind because I understand that everyone has different tastes and we’re all different flavors.
What I can’t stomach is seeing others forced into specified roles/classes. In idle chatter most of these topics come up naturally without thought because I think there is a lack of understanding. There are always voices being left unheard and visual cues that are lost even though they’re obvious to the naked eye.
In the middle of table talk I heard one person say that it’s easier to keep someone interested, when you first start dating, by behaving ‘normal.’ What does that even mean? I was surprised by their choice of words and cataloged it into my mind palace. (Sherlock reference? Yes.) I brought it up later and had a mini rant with my best friend and my better half.
There is no such thing as normal and there really aren’t any clear rules to attraction. You grow up in your given environment, you consume a certain amount of knowledge that is deemed useful and then you slowly become the person that you are. Everyone gets so caught up with words, placement in society, and constant worry over the opinions of others. Why? It’s complicating something that is so very simple.
