First Impressions.

So I have heard that you should never judge a book by its cover. I am a perfect example of that.

Please. Let me introduce you to someone who is exactly like their (uninteresting) cover.

Okay, has anyone ever once met someone and knew the moment that person walked up to them the entirety of their life story, their likes or dislikes based an an overall output of information accumulated by what the person was wearing, said within the first 5 minutes, idea's that they expressed any conflict towards or shown some signs of what interested them?

My prime example:
20 year old female, comes in wearing a too tight shirt-way too tight, addresses me with a raised furrowed brow look, just oozing with her thoughts on how OMG and WTF and every other phrase she is pumping into (both) of her cell phones is super important and that I should not bother her with my stupid questions. I mean where did she think she was? She just got through clocking in for fuck sake. Okay, so it could have been a texting emergency. I understand. So we can move on to point two. As she finally walks up to me and stands there I look over and introduce myself, "hello. yadda-yadda nice to meet you.. and so forth" She continues to stand there one eyebrow raised in confusion and says, "yeah, people have already told me about you."
I smiled and politely said, "Oh good, I was afraid I would have to be nice to you for awhile." She looked a little taken back and just kind of stood there. I laughed and apologized for my humor.

After about 15 minutes of conversing with her. I realized how insignificant things can be when you are a hormonal immature 20 year old young woman with obviously low self esteem and a huge fucking chip on your shoulder. I was for a moment full of pity for this oblivious girl, then I remembered that you know she will be alright. Her attitude is just enough to keep most away.

First Impressions.
God help you if I ever meet you.
You will have no idea who I am.
For at least a week.

And this is not because I am eluding you or keeping people at bay. I like to thank each one of my many personalities and for this I can make new friends easily, fit into any situation, and relate with others to a point of perfection. This makes me good at my job, relationships and all around interacting with people as a whole.

*sigh*

Speaking of people as a whole, this workaholic must get back in the grind.

The first days of confusion.

Now I'm not entirely positive on what I want out of life. I certainly don't want to start off on the wrong foot with a heavy load, I would like to make it less like textbook reading and more like the comics in the Sunday paper - a bit pampering. My disconcerted mind tends to be a mish-mash of positivity and self-doubt, don't ask. I think I will stick with a day to day, play by play rant of what I have absorbed from the numerous amounts of people I encounter to the dramatic events that occur in my life... and leave some room for the issues of what is to become of us in this over populated, polluted world and the sheer stupidity of my fellow humans.