Shades of grey

There are always two sides to everything (at least to me; and this has absolutely nothing to do with my birth sign.)

Imagine this:

When you got back home and saw the doors firmly shut, indicating that no one was home, you'll wonder. But not worry.

Let's say, 2 hours later, you left the eerily quiet home for um...night-classes. And return home an hour or so later, to see the doors still firmly shut. I would have worried.

And I did.

Being the Imaginative Me, I wondered if I've travelled through to a paradox world. That thought was carelessly flung away when the Logical Me assures that this is normal; just the first time I'm not out with them, so it feels...long.

But the paradox world thingy was still at the edge of my mind - for one, I feel glad (no one to disturb/nag/yell/whine/etc me, see?). For another, I feel anxious.

So.

I'm always this...indecisive.

"Black and white is how it should be
But shades of grey are the colors I see.”

Cheers
LF

P.S.: I will not let people dictate me, but I'll go for an unspoken compromise. (I curious as to who gets this, so comment if you can understand.)