so.

as i sit here an reflect about life: as i routinely do on nights that i feel half full and half empty.

something dawns on me:

people are so fucking complicated. in a world that attempts to make sense of what surrounds us and make sense of people's behaviors and personalities we begin to organize. or rather, want to see things that are complicated, simplified. so with this simplification comes the need to make something black and white.

when its obviously fucking pink.
or some nonesense like this.

in a world. or wait. globalization is stupid. and i don't want to oversimplify my views that may not be relflective of those in other areas. oh america.

in a life, such as mine, i've seen people attempt to oversimplify things because quite frankly its easier. its easier to live a life of not knowing certain things.
its easier just being fucking stupid. although i could be guilty of this as well because i'm afraid to enter spaces that are unfamiliar to me. i saw myself getting all heart attacky when this happens.


but none the less.
people are complicated.
things are complicated.
nothing is ever what it seems to be.

although i still claim that i can sorta analyze a person by their SHOES.


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love?

when are you coming?

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interesting thought:

not everyone thinks like you, nor will they ever get to.