Annual Topsy-Turvy Day.

It's rather effortless to point out that there are a lot of things I do not understand. Such things consist of arbitrary car parts and up to date stats of the latest sport achievements, possibly due to the frivolous purpose they serve in my life. True, I'm sure it would be more attractive to a masculine figure if a girl knew exactly how to fix a muffler, however, I'd rather promote their exercise of knowledge and be a supporting subject. Sorry fellas, but I could care less about the fandom surrounding the over-glorified Lakers.

On the flip side, though, I find that there are in fact a lot of things that I do understand. I'd like to think that I'm quite intellectually aware in a pretty broad sense, and can easily become riled up at the mere suggestion of a political altercation. Even with a lesser known concept, I thank my communicative major for its rhetorical support.

To get to the point, as I'm repeatedly told by a writing companion to do, I understand relationships. I understand how they work, how they function, the expectations, and in turn, the violations. I can figure out an individual in a matter of seconds, and properly note their degree of 'meshability' within the intertwining of my cardiac organ. I can also figure out whether or not I will fit within their social constructs in a rapid fashion. Unfortunately, for once, something that I know I have been utterly exposed and taught to death on, fully aware of all circumstantial possibilities, has completely left me out to dry. How do you go from knowing so much of something, to absolutely nothing in a mere instant?

I blame it on good looks. I blame it on personality. Furthermore, I can blame it on the singular appeal of uncovering a genuine personage. I find peace in the fact that its something that I need, rather than want. Its just one patient-driven struggle trying to get there.

Amusingly enough, Kobe just scored 28 points against the Hornets for a 5th league win. Come back to me understanding, please?

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