Why is it so hard to do a little thing?

So this is me. I don't really know why i've made this blog but this is where i plan to write what i wouldn't say, forgot to say, and wish i would say outloud. In most my postings i probably won't pay much attention to grammar and punctuation and etc, so if you're one of those english freaks you probably want to stop reading now before you have a heart attack, but if you continue just remember it's your fault if your brain has an overload and explodes all over your computer. This is my blog so i'll do with it what i want so if all i write sounds like a bunch of gibberish that ok you'll get used to it if your a regular reader, which i kinda hope you're not too regular cause that could be creepy.

Anyways I decided to write a little about what i was thinking about earlier today. As i went out of my way to step on a leaf, i wondered why i would bother to go out of my way to step on a small leaf that wouldn't bring much to me except the satisfaction of well... stepping on a small, yellow, crunchy, leaf. Oh and no that is not the actual leaf, the actual leaf would we squished. But squishing the leaf got my brain going on why do we save just that little bit in the bowl of cookie dough so we have just enough for a good finger full of the sweet lump of ingredients that happen to taste good together, why is it that it is much more fun to do something when we have to sneak around to do it, and why isn't whipped cream really whipped cream till it has ended up on someones face? Those questions brought up the extremely large question why is it so easy to take the extra time to do those things and so hard to take the extra two seconds to listen to a friend, say hi to an old lady, give a compliment to a stranger, smile at a brother or sister, say thank you to almost anyone(insert your choice names here if you'd like, of who you owe thank you's)? Why do we do those little things that seem so easy and bring a small and temporary jitter of happiness, but neglect the even easier because we let the world convert our minds into thinking it is just too much. these are the strange questions that come to me and the strangest times and i hope to answer and tend to answer for myself but i can only hope i can live up to my own thoughts of what advise i give myself and others occasionally and now i'm only rambling on with what gibberish and what word vomit is in my head. This first entry really makes me sound a little weird compared to the usual teenager's blog but i its only fair that i let you know again that you should really get used to that if you want to read any other future posts that i may eventually write, i tell you this only to prevent any extra confusion besides the confusion that will be brought on from the actual reading of other entries. confused?