The thought that pillaged my other thoughts

What if you looked into somebody's eyes (this someday could be anybody) and knew they were the right person for you? But everybody told you that they weren't, that you were wrong. What defines right in that moment? What if you could get lost and never return? Would you do it, or instead sit still wondering why you hadn't? I don't want to be the still person painted in some picture that looks like every other painted picture. And I know my heart doesn't want to be stuck in such a painting. Secretly I want to be laughed at for doing something absolutely rediculous. I want to be remembered, but not because of some great deed; I want to be remembered by something that hates to be remembered, something that people can only shake their rubbishly snobbish heads at. That is all, rock-in-ridge!