Inside the Head of 夼喍々k

This page contains stuff that runs around in my head every now and then. So, if you don't want to be bored out of your mind, I suggest you go somewhere else. I'm no philosopher, just a guy with some crap he wants to say.

Have you ever sat down at a conversation and looked into other people's faces, knowing that whatever anyone said was just to impress the group, whether it be real or false, meaningful or meaningless? Did you ever look into their eyes and see that they were holding something back, something they wanted to say, but just couldn't find the courage to or just the right words?

Whenever you ride in a car and have nothing to do, have you ever stared out the window and looked at the drivers, wondering what was on their mind? Did you ever realize that in each one of the cars around you there is a soul inside a body, clueless to the world around them, frustrated from all the stress of their day, or just trying to get to where they're going?

Exactly how thin is that line between prejudice and simply doing what isn't "accepted" by society to be decent?

Whenever you were in an argument with a friend or family member, did you ever stop yourself and listen to what they were saying? Did you ever stop and realize that you were arguing with this person I know, but what we're arguing over is so insignificant compared to your relationship with them (no I'm not gay)?

Did you ever realize that practically everyone is putting on a show just to be/stay accepted, that we're all kidding ourselves and long forgotten who we really are, that most of the time we'll be agreeing with someone else's thoughts instead of our own?

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