Why is it odd

Why is it odd that I like someone? And why does anyone but me really care? Why the questions? What does it matter? All it proves is that I have real blood pumping through my veins. That despite my best efforts at proving otherwise, I am a real girl... like Pinocchio at the end. That despite my best deadpanning act I do actually have emotion and feel things like other people do. Was that really such a surprise?