Where my heart goes

I'm starting to not care. I mean, in a good way. When you have friends and they talk about something and you're clueless about it. Then they'll laugh or blab some more. Then you'll smile like a dog and look like some sort of a seemingly curious idiot. Being out of place is always awkward but I think I've been learning the art of dealing with it. Not that I'm making a big deal out of it. It's just that I want to recognize the changes I've been in these days. For one, that is. Another thing is being a loner lol. I don't really care if I've got no one to spend time with in the coffee shop, or eat dinner with, go to the mall with etc. I can go to the library alone when I feel like. In fact I'd even prefer that. Or can even go to the wash room without asking anyone to go with me. I don't know if there's anything odd with that. But I do have friends and I do love them. Perhaps it's just a matter of balance of knowing which one will work best for a certain situation -- do it alone or do it together. And a matter of independence knowing that you can stand on your own. I'm such a vague arse. Trust me, I'm so weird. Heh.