I like people who think hard. It's hard to be around people who don't think. They faint every minute, on the hour, then reset like machines. They stare. But how can you faint if not overwhelmed by an influx of linguistics? You can't faint from silence. You can't.
I like people who think but they scare me too. I've never been so truly afraid than the moment I can see wheels turning (RAPIDLY) in someone's head, taking step after step in there, crossing invisible borders. Like they might've already made up their mind, or taken up beekeeping. A bee veil taking up the space (brain space) but also put into a space (they have space for everything categorical). I try to block it out. But in the end, I think we all think just the same. I'm interlocking hexagonal cells of wax, you have a veil over your eyes, or you're just watching. Are you allergic to bees? You might swell and your skin might bulge purplish? Or is there just no reason at all? There's so many more options. I don't think I might ever figure out MUCH, for AS LONG AS I MIGHT TRY, for as HARD as I MIGHT think. I want people to like me too badly.