Internal monologue

"Intelligent people are selfish. Passionate people are selfless." - ripped off someone's MSN PM

It's an interesting quote, isn't it? I'm guessing it's because unlike intelligent people who are passionate about the self, which I presume intelligent people are, the passionate are passionate about others.

Ah, it's just like me to blog about it rather than approach the owner of the quote and have a hearty discussion. I guess it is the perfect opportunity for me to resume talking to a friend whom I was so chummy with in Secondary One, but we stopped talking after he graduated. Just sort of drifted apart. Oh well. I doubt we will ever return to how things once were, so no point trying to gather spilt milk, yes? Then again, that's just so like me to give up faith in relationships. THEN again, we weren't that close anyway. Hmm.

Whenever I cycle, I will pass this particular house. It's no different from others. Well, all the houses look different, but the differences have such a sameness that I would not notice one particular house over another, though actually all houses are interesting to me because I like to imagine its inhabitants. However, this house stood out because I once heard somebody playing drums in the attic. This has occurred a few times over the span of say, two or three years.

I contemplated the possibility of slipping an anonymous note into this house's mailbox, saying something like "You're getting better at the drums! Keep it up! :)" But then that would be much too brief, and so creepily ambiguous. What if I went into more detail? "I've cycle around here once in a while, and I've heard you play the drums a few times. Keep playing! :)" But that would be eerily stalkerish, wouldn't it? And almost as if I return compulsively just to check the drum-playing out.

I suppose it would be a nice sort of surprise, if I were the recipient of a note of such a nature. And it would be good for establishing neighbourhood cohesion, too. If I ever faint outside my neighbour's door after running without a phone, at least they know how to reach my next-of-kin, right? And who knows, I may even make a new friend out of this. But if I were the drum-player, I might get so self-conscious about playing that I stop altogether. Or I might lose concentration, because everytime I play I will look out of the window to see if there's any cyclist looking in.

Should I or should I not? I'm thinking that if I DO, I would probably stop cycling for a week or something for fear of being spotted. My mentality is damn weird.