Bleh with Barry

Sometimes, I try to hard to understand why people do the things that they do. Why do some people  create a pattern for their behaviors and then

do something completely out of this character they have developed? Is it for spite or are they just that sporadic? Why do people choose to be vultures in a parking lot and wait for 15 minutes on a parking place when they could have parked and been in the store already? Why do some people say they are content for years and, then, one day up and completely change what they were doing or who they hang around? Why do people hate those who come to this country to make a better life for themselves by doing jobs that we don’t give two shits about when we are all immigrants ourselves? Why do I ask a shit ton of questions for which I have no answers that even begin to scratch the surface of any of the issues?

I am a people watcher. I like to be around people and interact with them. Now, this should not be mistaken that I like the majority of people because that is simply not true. There are those people who get on my nerves, those that I view as acquaintances, those that I am becoming friends with, those that are my good friends, those that I consider to be my best friends, and then, there’s my family (which is an entirely different story for another time). I like the idea of people, but sometimes they give me no options but to distrust and shy away from them. This comes from the whole idea of really getting into the psyche of a person.  I want to know why people do what they do. What motivates them to be and exist? What causes them to do what they do when they do it? Is there a pattern? Or are they completely random?

Someone might ask me why I do this. It’s because I feel that everyone has something that is worth examining. Now, this may make me sound cold and scientific, but dismantling the why of a person can be interesting and intense. It can also drive you crazy if there seems to be no reason why someone has done something that makes you angry or sad or happy or whatever. I know it makes me crazy because I want to know this “why” of people….we are creatures that are born with a higher functioning brain for a reason. But what is that and why do we choose to do what we do?

At this point, it’s almost one in the morning, and I’m sitting here writing this when I should be in bed. I’m beginning to ramble, but part of me wants to keep writing because sometimes I wonder why it is that I continue to write blogs that deal with poetry, irritating things, random movies, etc. I know that I enjoy doing it, but is this simple answer a good one in and of itself? Or is there something more that I should delve into to really seek out the heart of why it is that I write? That I continue to watch people? That I continue to question why people feel that they don’t have to explain themselves whenever they perform actions that are out of character for them?

Honestly, I know that I will continue to question people’s motivations. However, maybe I should be asking myself: why the fuck do I care? Again, I’m not completely sure…maybe, it’s because I look for the good in people…who knows? Maybe, I’m just crazy myself…