People

People fascinate me. No, really, they do. Everyone's just so different from each other...one minute, you think you know someone, and then the next you don't. There's always something to learn-a secret, something about their childhood, something they don't even realize themselves.
I strive to hear the little things about a person's life, because it's always interesting to me. Why do you do this? What do you think about this? How was your childhood experience? Is that honestly how you feel, right now?
And when I'm lucky enough to get a response, to be allowed into part of a person's thoughts and mind, it's amazing. I can then compare and contrast people, find running trends, discover how a person may do this, and another the complete opposite due to, maybe, their background or how they were raised. When I do get the information, it's fun just processing it.
I get even more excited when someone different enters my life. Someone people generally cast out of the world because they're "slow", "don't fit in", "weird", "stupid", etc. Because these people seem to have the most interesting back-story and the most interesting set of emotions out of all the kids I meet. Sure, they may be problem kids-but really, they're the most intriguing. I often find myself wondering, "Why does so-and-so act that way? What happened in his/her childhood that changed who he/she became?"
My brother tells me that maybe my career when I grow up will have to do with helping the mentally-handicapped people, because he sees my interest in them when I always happen to find a book about them. I read a book once called, "One Child", by a women named Torey Hayden, and although it wasn't a book about a mentally-ill child, it was about a child who needed some series help. The child had already burned another child alive (I don't remember if the kid died or not) at the age of six years old, acted like a total animal, had absolutely no control, and, overall, was a complete mess. If I recall correctly, she was going to be put into one of those insane hospitals if something wasn't done about her quickly. By the end of the book, however, the child did a complete 180-her teacher Torey showed her love and kindness, and the child was able to learn from her and grow. Oh, and did I mention that this is a true story? (By the way, I'd love this book for Christmas, family members who may be reading this!)
If this isn't a sign in itself that I may head off this road later on in my working life, you can also look at the friends I seem to gather around. I hang out with the kids that're social outcasts, weird, or both. I think this is because I like coming into their lives and helping them out. It probably also helps that I've been labeled as a social outcast myself in many cases, due to the fact that I hang with those that are different and because I don't try to be popular. Oh, and it helps that I was a weird little child. :P
Anyway, it's late over here, and I think this is enough of a piece of me to keep you all satisfied for a while. I'll have to write about how school's going soon. Later!
~Kathy