Isn't it weird?

Isn't it weird how there are some places in which we are totally comfortable being a certain way, but in other places, totally not?

Let me explain. I often do that -- give a weird, obscure statement that is a generalization of a specific case in my head, but then I have to make the specific case anyway...

SO! For instance, I am completely comfortable being alone in my dorm room at Mills (which I realized today I will never be in again. Probably. Certainly will never sleep in that bed again. It just -- won't be my room. Ever. Again.) (this is slightly sad) -- I'm totally comfortable being alone on a plane, I'm fine with being alone while walking the dog around the neighborhood. But right now, I'm alone in my house -- and it's weird!!! Why? Dunno! I've been alone here before..maybe it's because I thought people were going to be home earlier. Oh, well. And -- other places it would be weird to be alone in: my high school, at the gym, or in a pool.

Weird examples. Sorry. :D I'm trying to think of another example (I mean, another emotion or something) to illustrate this point more, see if my conjecture holds true...that'll be pretty easy. It just has to be weird to prove the conjecture true. And, well -- it's not that hard for life to be weird!

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Oddly enough, I can't think of another example. Prolly 'cause I got distracted by tumblr. Oh, that website is a tricksy one!!!

I hope everyone's having a fantastic summer so far -- whether you're about to go visit family, start a new job, embark on a new book to read, or explore the land of relaxation just a bit further. :D