Things.

It's odd how things that happen to you can affect the way you think, the way you feel. Odd how a subtle alteration in a friend - an ex-boyfriend, for example - can change the way you look at people.

It's odd how thunderstorms can make you feel so exhilirated, so alive, and yet they can also kill you. I was in a thunderstorm last night, inside, and I still felt that I was getting struck by lightning.

It's odd how he could read this and have no idea I was talking about him. Dense, good-looking... *sigh*