I’m kinda weird

As I was writing my blog posts today, and talking about how I love to write, but only in a very specific way, and that it’s my way to relax and keeps me sane…but that I could never do a humanities degree and must do a STEM (for reasons of fulfilledness, challenging myself, doing the most, and how the other makes me crazy (Dostoevsky)) I was hit with the sudden realization, that damn, I am really weird.

Because how is it that writing keeps me sane, but a humanities degree would make me crazy? And STEM keeps me sane, but I have to write to relax? It’s a very specific hobby. It’s all very specific. I’m very specific, and picky.

A paradox. A weird mutual contorted relationship. For some reasons the image of…I imagine a tree branch reaching out with its roots and grabbing each other., overlapping and twisting.