strange....is me.........or ...strange is the world.......

as i sit and think about few incidents in my life..it always brings a strange feelings..sometime why have done this..? or sometime only u can have done this..? but never i have a thought why haven't i done this..as i call myself to be strange piece a paper roaring to flew with a small blow of wind..i remember one of the incident supposedly happened in 10th class..long time but its a memory..my madam was questioning me did i propose a girl..i could have easily told and yes and moved away without issue.but my madam said if u don't tell truth i will inform the matter to correspondent of the school instead of saying yes or no.. i replied i don't fear correspondent i just respect him..n i wont tell u because if i tell u now u will think i am afraid of him.. tats it.. that evening i was with correspondent listening to hell lot of word...i asked myself why have u done this..? but never i questioned myself why haven't i done this..? its strange with me but always i make sure i will make my own pit and fall into it.. but not into someone else pit...hmmm i have always put it into my definition.. i could remember the expression of our madam n correspondent that made them feel i am rude rash and a loser...hmmm i never knew what i was.. but yes certainly anyone in their position would have easily thought the same.. yes i am short tempered..yes sometimes i act weird..yes i am stubborn..yes i take foolish decision... but am i what other thinks..? strange is word which is my fav word in English dictonary.. still i stand upright and say proudly am not strange.. but the world for me looks strange...