Curious Contrarieties

As I sat here, lounging on my futon, waiting for a CD to finish downloading, I felt the urge to write. But there was a problem, I had no idea what to write. I hadn't experienced anything exciting, interesting, or even very funny lately. At least, nothing that begged to be written about. So as the question rolled around in my head, I let my eyes wander around my room, hoping for some sort of inspiration.

And that inspiration I found- my room. Well, actually, the THINGS in my room.

That probably doesn't sound very interesting, and more over, rather boring. But trust me, it isn't =). As my eyes scanned the room, I let my thoughts drift with them, aimlessly wrapping around each object that drifted into my sight.

It was the vast differences between all the subjects of my investigation that caught my attention. Here's an example:

To my right, numerous drawings and pictures color the otherwise bland wall. Sitting on top of a small dresser, a green and white motocross helmet gleams in the light. Brown and black, a giant plastic spider hangs halfway down the wall, looking as if he's going to jump onto anyone that sits on the futon. Spilling over the edge of the shelves, countless books crowd for standing space, infiltrating any open area. Leaning on a giant fuzzy chair, a guitar beckons to be played. Shining lightly, a ninja's throwing star hangs on the wall, while a long bo staff rests against it. A myriad of memories captured on film decorate any available space on an already packed desk, while many dirty and worn pointe shoes rest on the top. Contrasting the color behind it, my cousin's painting hangs slightly crooked above the bed. Standing tall, my yamaha keyboard holds plenty of music, while the nearby baskets contain piles of clothes. Anything green, black or white, put in it's rightful place.

Seeing all those different things makes me laugh. Becuase, if you didn't notice, they're so random. Yet so me. Each and every one of those items represent who I am, what I love. My room had become a reflection of my personality.

I didn't realize it, but I think most everyone's like that. Their identity becomes clear in the unnoticed things. Things such as the way your room looks, the condition you keep your car in, how you clean your bathroom. Just everyday things like that- your space. What you do with what you have, reflects you.

So, if you REALLY want to know somone... go invade their space. =)