Things I Think

I haven't written anything lately...well, here's one. And I guess it's not completely about God, but I just wanted to write it and get it out there.
Is it weird that when I'm getting a snack out of the pantry I wonder who wrote the stuff on the box, wonder about their story, and pray for them?
At dance I look at each individual person sometimes and am AMAZED that they all have such a detailed story...that no one knows every part of it but God, and that He knows ALL of theirs down to the last detail. And loves them ALL so powerfully...it blows me away.
I constantly wonder what it's like to see something from a different perspective. I only have my own. But if I'm in a group with two others, they see things SO much more differently than me. Even you, right now, whoever might read this...you have your own life. I have no idea where you are, what you're thinking, feeling, or seeing. And you have no idea from me either. Even as I write this I'm thinking so much more than I'm writing. What's it like to be you?
Sometimes I'll look at a car next to us and pray for the people and wonder how they're doing...
I constantly replay conversations in my head. Even from years ago. Sometimes I realize that when I was talking to the person something I said hit home and I had never noticed it. Sometimes I wish I could change what I said or how I said it. Sometimes I learn something new about them. Sometimes I realize that they were really agitated or worn out. Etc...
And sometimes I make up whole new convos with people. I use something they or I said, change what one of us replied, and go off on a whole new convo with them. In my mind of course.
Sometimes I'll smile for no apparent reason. It's because I'll be thinking about a memory and what the person said or did made me smile...sometimes just thinking about the person makes me smile. :)
Whenever I see a unlikely or strange picture I will look it over to see if it was edited and how well it was. Sometimes the shadows are off, sometimes the cutting isn't right or too sharp...and sometimes it's just because I don't see water moving around where a horse is supposedly standing like it would be if it really was there.
I think about how we all have a million different feelings, reactions, and memories tied to certain things. I just say "someone special" and you're thinking something COMPLETELY different from me...or maybe not so different, but definitely not the same.
"Stressful" soundtracks make me feel happy. Why? I don't know. I've been trying to figure it out. But I think it might be because I can be in my own little world...or because I can "control" how I'm feeling? But it's probably just cuz I really like the music...
When I see a dying petal, I want to know EXTREMELY DETAILED what is going on inside that petal. What's dying first, what chemical reactions are happening...
I analyze songs and figure out what the artist's worldview is...kinda. I more just figure out if this person really is morally straight, or if there's an icky hidden message in the song...then I normally won't listen to it.
I wonder how things work. How in the world does the Internet work? I think I've kinda figured it out...I think?
Oh there's so much more...if you actually read through it, I'm amazed. And impressed. Thanks :)