Sometimes I get the feeling that people judge me as soon as they see me. Their eyes fall upon this cheery girl with the brunette hair and rosy cheeks (dimples included) and they immediately know what category I fall into. This interests me, because I myself have absolutely no clue what category that might be, not an inkling. To have that sort of clarity has to be very enlightening. The only part of this process that really annoys me, however, is when they claim to know what goes on in my head, and this irritates me because there is no way they can. Even I don't know everything that is concealed up there.
Mercury, author of A Rambling, is often confused by simple things, but she has moments of severe intellectual triumph that make up for it.