Where my Memories lies

Its funny that whenever I start a blog post, the first thing that comes to my head is this line is "Its funny that...bla bla bla".... aah, I so wish sometimes that I was a humor writer. Its something that I've always secretly wanted to do, the only road block being my inability to do so.

I've come to believe that I'm what I like to term 'pseudo-funny'. This doesn't imply that I'm not, only that I can never crack a good enough joke when the situation most needs me to !
I also feel I'm very predictable in my behavior towards others. I probably shouldn't be writing about this, but who cares, I'm going to anyway.... 

There are majorly two kinds of behavior I display towards others, either I'm interested, or I'm not. Simple. No, by 'interested' I certainly don't mean a romantic inclination, rather, a conversational one.
Illustrating further, say I meet someone for the first time. I would either talk a lot to them, or not at all, seriously ! If you haven't been able to figure out if I'm an extrovert or an introvert, don't look at me for help. I don't know either.

I know I've been writing all kinds of  shit, hinting that I've figured myself out. Well, some stuff, maybe, but most of what I am still remains a mystery to me. I'm everything -angry, happy, sad, flushed, shy, boring, amazing, loquacious, dreamy, mean, mature, needy, witty, careless, nerdy, wasted all in a seamless continuum.
I say the wrong things at the right time, or maybe the other way around. I'm not afraid of making mistakes, because they bring out the best afterwards at the same time, I am because they'd make me look silly.

There's so much I feel like saying at times, and don't know what to say when someone actually cares to ask.
I'm not afraid of working hard, but a shortcut to the top wouldn't be bad either.

There's a downside to leaving a good impression on someone. There'll always be a chance that I won't be able to live upto it, but then again, if I wasn't good enough, that impression wouldn't have been made in the first place.

There's a message that someone (who I don't think I know ) has sent me today, and its made me melt away into. Well don't really know into what. But its just bought out this mood in me where I'd just like to sit, read, write and not worry about who, where, why, when or how.