to the ends of the earth

my thoughts are a thrift store,
a collection of odd things,
few with much value.


on another note i will be belatedly celebrating my 50th post by enjoying a nice caffeinated beverage by myself tomorrow.
I am not one to place a lot of value on myself, but there are times when I think I am better than someone else. I see these guys chasing after girls that are way better than they are but at the same time I am like them. We are all drawn to things that are greater than us in any sense at all and attractions to the opposite sex are no different. I think it is a staple, like those in my back, something that holds loose ends together, this idea that someone else is better than yourself, that you are worthy of serving them and loving them but are honored to be loved in return. this manifests itself in all relationships in which the feelings are of mutual affection. How am I better than those other guys? My intentions of dating (or lack thereof)? The fact I'm in a four year college? I don't know. What I do know is that the personalities click.
My thoughts may be incoherent but I refuse to go back and change them because they make sense to me.