A Short Circuited Brain

So I've been thinking lately about criminals and stuff. You hear and read about crime that happens in the world everyday and I wonder what makes criminals do the things that they do? I started thinking about myself when I was younger and I had the urge to steal things. The things I stole wasn't valuable it was small things like bubble gum and what not. To be honest I don't even know why I stole those things my family always provided me with everything that I needed. Come to think of it I probably stole those things out of the pure fact that I didn't have it or simply because I had the urge for something new. Although those things were small stealing is stealing but it really makes me wonder why people start committing much larger crimes. I did it simply because I wanted to and because I didn't have those things but what makes a killer kill? and a rapist rape? Are they the same as me and do those things because they want to? Or perhaps there's something psychologically wrong with them. Some people go wrong because of a bad past. I hate it when people say they understand someone when they really don't. You can never understand a person until you've gone through the same pain that they have. I'll probably never understand criminals because they all have their different stories.

A Place For Me?

Have you ever wondered if God put you in the right place? There are times where I seem to keep asking myself that same question. "Did God put me in the right place?" I wonder this because I think my bad experiences outweigh the good ones. I was never really the type of person that liked cliques and yet the place I live in is so divided by cliques it makes it almost impossible to hang with everyone. I've seen and been to so many places where people don't really care for cliques and yet I somehow end up in a place where a clique is everything. I dunno sometimes I get so sick of seeing the same people's faces everyday that I could never really stand to be in one. When I go and hangout with friends that aren't from where I live everyone is so chill with each other I wonder if God put me in the right place?

A Twisted and Tainted Image

I've noticed a lot lately how people really like to put up a show for others to twist the image of what they truly are. Some people will dress up really nice and pretend they're rich, others will dress up like gangsters and act like they're the baddest thing on the block, and others will just keep bending their image to blend in with the numerous crowds they want to hang with. It makes me sick to see these kinds of things. Why must you put on a face just to please or impress your peers? You've probably heard it several times and its totally true if you just be yourself people will like you. I'll admit that I used to put up a show to for certain people but that hasn't been for a couple of years. What makes me laugh the hardest is when guys put on a show for girls or vice versa. I see it happen all the time and I warn my friends about some people but they never seem to listen. So here it goes the guy acts really sweet to the girl and acts real gangster. Like he's a real smooth guy so they end up going out and the idiot gets dumped later cause the girl took how long to figure out he only wants to get in her pants or she just wants to mooch off him. What irritates me the most is how some of those wanna-be-gangsters come to my work place. Yeah thats right I have to deal with wanna-be-gangsters every now and then. But then again who doesn't have to deal with that kind of slime? Its the same old thing they'll come into the club and make like they're real cool, boss the kids around making like they run the joint, and then they leave to go smoke or something. Yeah thats real cool. Its cool to be a broke idiot with no future. I dunno well some of my friends including guy friends are always looking for someone to go out with. They always show me the "one" and I always tell them what's wrong with the choice. They never seem to listen and it always ends up with them dumping the "one". I haven't been seeing those so called "gangsters" at work lately but I see them around at times and I always cringe when I see them. Love is a very strange thing probably something I won't understand for a while.