“…he’s the most interesting man in the world.”

Bragging, if I may, I have always wondered why people suddenly say that I am interesting. What does that word mean? I use that word when I am at a loss to describe something that makes me feel uncomfortable or cause dislike. I hold the negative adjectives back and say “that’s interesting.” People catch on and know what I really am thinking.

But to say someone is interesting. I wonder what it means, because is it that person has chosen to do interesting things? Or that the person has caused envy of things undone?

“If you see something that you want to do, you just go and do it,” a friend said once to me. “Not many people like us do that.”

To me, I question if it’s really that fact that I choose to do things. Rather, it’s the fact that once long ago, I decided to stop saying no. I realized that nobody was paying attention. That the only person to lose was myself.

But maybe that’s other people’s definition of interesting.

The most fascinating people to me are the ones who are self-aware. They question life around them like I do. They are the ones that exude empathy and believe passionately in what they do and why they do it. They are the thinkers of the period—the ones who write with integrity and awareness. Most of all, they say what they mean. I find those people interesting. And do I find people who are charismatic interesting? That’s the problem that I am aware of—in the moment, I am drawn, attracted like a fly, but afterwards, the connection is barely present and I realize that I was lured in like a bug.

Interesting people are those who outlast the burning cool light.