Cracking the Code of Odd
Lately nothing makes sense. Normally when I encounter an oddity or something that tweaks my internal monitor, I research and dig until I figure it out or get bored of trying, but for the last several months, I’ve tried to just let things go. When I searched for solutions to unanswered questions or tried to discover the hidden motivations of others, it never brought happiness. Sure, it stopped the itch at the moment, but then something else would come up that also needed scratching. But now, I’ve let things go so much that I think I’m too full. Too full of questions. Too full of odd coincidences. I’m not being able to concentrate and my memory is failing me.
Take yesterday for example, it was odd, so odd, but I tried to take it at face value. Sometimes nights are odd. Sometimes people act out of character. Sometimes there’s not always a reason. Things just are. People just do. Odd remains odd. But today, hours later, I’m still back at last night. The tasks I’ve completed today have only held about 70% of my attention as the other 30% is running on autopilot trying to crack the code of odd.
People are strange.