Resistance.

I striked a thought tonight in a bout of depression. Obviously, subsequent to my erratic delirium. (excuse the faux-intelligent sentence. I was listening to talk radio the other night.) The thought was about resistance and it's affect on newly made relationships.

Stranger Resistance is directly correlated to outcomes. Not the physical kind. But the kind you get in people. Resistance can lead people. It can also make you appear as a total asshole. Resistance is reflected on your confidence in your words. If you say something with the outward emotion that you could be wrong, people will assume just that. If you say something with confidence, and are willing to fight for it or put your self at risk for it, people will not question you as much.

I want to write more, but a bit of Tuesday is mind altering. [In a way I like.]

I've told her i want to sleep. and i really did, but i saw my blog open and had a striking idea.

The words i speak don't match the feelings in my mind. I don't know how i appear to others. I only react from the resulting actions and words of others. I reflect myself from their temperaments and reactions. I've really gotta sleep. My eyes are getting dry and the beer and the shot i had earlier today seems to have finally caught up to my glorious stand.

I'm truly losing my mind. I thought the previous paragraph made sense. I didn't even mention why the feelings don't match the words i speak. Not in the sense of: i'm saying something i don't want to say. But in the sense of i feel something strongly that i feel the words I use don't really fully translate the way I feel. What i want to get out.

What do you want?
I don't know.