Why Is It....?

I've decided I want to try out a new trend of starting the title of all of my blogs with the word why. It's really a great word, one which is not underused but which has great merit. When we first examine the world around us the first question we ask is "What is it?". After we get past the literal thing that it is we beging to wonder "How is it?". Finally, we begin to ask ourselves "Why is it". I believe that this is the question that is haunting me today. Why is it that I tend to copy behavior. I have no thoghts of my own, really. I mean all thoughts are pretty much inoriginal as there have been so many people someone has bound to have thought of what you are thinking of right now before. I mean, there was a guy in china who thought he was Jesus Christ's brother and who believed that any sex was incest. Maybe original for the time, but not anymore. Anywho, back to the main question, why do I copy other's behavior? I seem to feed so much off the actions of others. When other people are feeling good, I feel good. When other people feel like crap, I tend to feel like crap. I'm not able to cope with the feelings of others very well. On great occasion I am able to help someone or couteract their negative feelings with positive ones but...not always. This brings me to the crux of my argument. Tonight, I was talking to a girl on IM and she told me about something stupid she had done. I tend to kind of like said girl and when I was done talking to her, I couldn't help but feel, "I need to do something wrong". This is a preposterous idea, I know, but it was what occured in my head. I then proceded to do something wrong. I don't think I need to mention to the readers of this blog what that is. I don't know. I'm quite sure why I'm writing this as I seem to write posts about myself that are essentially meaningless and egocentric. Maybe it's because I feel that by putting my life down on paper it will make more sense. Maybe the world will read it and tell me, "Hey you need to do this." But it never happens. Nonetheless, I write to live. It helps keep me sane.