Maybe we should jump

Heads or tails?
-Tails. Do you not own a coin?
It's always more than asking heads or tails.
(I deleted the response to this....oops.)

Metaphors-
I will never be able to look at a coin and just see a coin. Ever. A cup of cocoa is not a steamy warms the soul, hint of caramel, milky chocolate delectable.

*Wait. If a cup of cocoa of ridiculously good cocoa is NOT cocoa, then what the muffin is it?

It is anything I want it to be. I go through life and when I see things, scenes, moments shared, I ask why is this important. Why does it make me happy? Sad? Whatever. A cup of cocoa could be an entirely sexual experience or it could be a really good thing of cocoa. (I have been told I enjoy the entire concept of food and eating it way too much.) But whatever happens with that cup of cocoa is going to lead to something else, and that something might make me think of cocoa. Might not. And thus, I can never see it as just a cup of cocoa. Because it just might mean something.

Thinking-
*You do realize you're wasting your time over thinking all of this nonsense right?
Nope. It happens naturally. When you talk about food, I'm in the kitchen, across the counter from you, looking at the creation you deem worthy to tell me about. (restaurant what the muffin.) You say "I loved fucking Tanya." Well, I'm sorry, I'm going to think about you fucking Tanya. And it'll probably traumatize me. I have to be there, I have to see it, I have to know. Tell a story well once, I'll respect you for basically a long period of time. Fail to hold my attention and I will cut you off, if you dare try again. (There are ways to redeem oneself....)
*So you think about pointless shit and totally detract from the moment. Nice.
Not at all. If anything it heightens it. For me. I don't share my thoughts. People on that normal wave length wouldn't get why I detest Spongebob Squarepants with such an avid passion. He's square, he's simple, and I can't imagine him having sex with anything and this usually no difficult task. (Yeah, I think about sex a lot, but not as much as you think. I think about food and what I could be eating right now, waaaay more.)
Over thinking, it happens, I like it. It reminds me that I am alive. I can feel and experience and if my imagination gets ahead of me, well...someone will stop me.

Drama
"Like OMG, you're just a drama queen."
I am known for being the DIVA. Brightest make up that still remains unrivaled (cirque du soliel, anyone?), the burning passion for whatever I put my mind too and the willingness to be there everyone and do pretty much everything. We, the drama kids, we're talking about the theatre, and apparently, little attempt at Diva calls it HER theatre and HER stage. I only say "that's not right." A girl I hardly know says, "If anyone deserves to call it their theatre it's you." That made me happy. I will not leave and be forgotten. Mmmmm. Personally, honestly, I don't care. I want make something bright, loud, dramatic, comedic. ALL OF IT. For the theatre at my school. It's my senior year. I would consider it a fatal sin to not leave something as bright and obnoxious as myself behind for years to follow to shake their head at.

Like, drama drama, I can't feel it. I have no idea when it's there, when it's not. I don't categorize situations as "high school" and so on. I don't. I can't. So I won't. I'm not a confrontational person. I'm aggressive like hell, sure, but I rarely push, unless I want something more than I respect a person. I will hardly ever go out of my way to mess with people, create drama, and the like. I don't like being a part of it, though I love hearing about it. For some reason it makes me violently happy people are viciously interacting.

Truth-
I have been impressed and that is something I never share.