Why are we always attracted to the unknown or 'better'? Like pieces of metal pulled into whatever shiny, remotely interesting thing we see? We always seem to have our eye on the new products in the store, when our old shade's been doing just fine and hasn't left any traces of industrial goop. Different is what we aim for because different is somehow better. The unknown is always fascinating and the known is discovered, done; the past. We never stop to consider that the strong, quiet brooding type has been possibly silently concentrating on what the wad of what appears to be gum is on the sidewalk each morning at the bus stop because - obviously -, he's extracting the inspiration for the sonnets that are just bound to be brewing in his gelled head. Whatever or whoever that doesn't have a label requires one and we will brown-nose until we can slap it on their forehead. There's no possible way they're just people, who might actually have more than one train of thought and alternates between McDonald's and Burger King. If somebody hasn't met us, they must be internally tripping over their feet to start licking ours. And when they finallllly do, the friendship that will form will be amazing, right? Until they've been done, and you need something new and unknown all over again.

Some people are just so restless. Anything that feels safe or cozy just has to be boring and overly safe. But - and we fail to realize this when our tongues are burning from the scotch shoved between our waxed legs - those are the people we run to when the unknown become the known, and the better really isn't all that better.