Inner Dialogue

Must have been something in the water this morning... I came out of the shower with two trains of thought to write about. Here's the first.

*Intriguing*... that's an awesome word, although not one I would normally apply to myself. There are others in my world that I consider intriguing... that sort of mysterious quality that speaks to my curiousity and makes me want to learn more about them. Last night, I was told that *I* was intriguing and I sort of laughed at the thought.

Why? Maybe a couple of things. That word carries with it expectations, in my mind, of how I come across, and makes me wonder (and worry) about what happens if, and inevitably when, something I do doesn't meet those expectations? I don't think my reservations have anything to do with self-esteem. I know I have had some interesting experiences, and I know that "doggone it, people like me". I guess I really don't see myself as anything above and beyond anyone else. I know a lot of people who have stories that are better than mine, whose lives make me ever thankful for my own set of problems and issues. Maybe that understanding alone is what makes me intriguing...who knows?