sometimes i wonder what kind of freak i come off as.

for instance, i wonder what my neighbors thought of my strange excitement over aquiring my new pet, Hissifit, the hissing cockroach from madagascar. i wonder what they think of my downright filthy car. my cracked windsheild. i wonder what people think of the spider living in my rear view mirror on the passenger side of the car. i suppose the passenger side of the car could be considered the dorsal side. or perhaps the posterior, as the brain (me) doesn't sit over there on a regular basis. i wonder what you think of my comparing my car to an animal. i wonder what my roommate thinks of my reorganizing her drawer in the bathroom. i wonder what my housemate thought of me spending 35 minutes scrubbing the bathtub a few weeks ago. i wonder what my classmates thought of my admittance to eating raw octupi. i wonder what my fish thinks when i stare at it through the bowl. i wonder what my coworkers think of me when i organize all the color without being asked, or clean the window in the booth.

i wonder why i care.