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reflects how I feel about life and studying right now.
Some days I want to laugh and some days I want to cry, but I don't know why.
On a complete non-sequitur, I have a question for everybody:
Why do people play games with one another? What is it about a human relationship that necessitates this? Games are fun, games are challenging, they provide mystery, thrill, excitement; if somebody drops the game, it's like when you were little and the one kid gets really upset and says "I'm not playing anymore!" and ruins everybody else's fun. What a spoilsport, what a wet blanket, what a bore. But why? I was listening to my friend spill her woes yesterday and it sounded so painful and it made me wonder why sometimes people can't just be a little more honest to each other, but the irony is this: when you try to be honest, what you try to be honest about vanishes. It disappears. People only want what they can't get. The meaning in what she's looking for only lies in the pain, the difficulty - if she got it all at once the meaning would diminish so fast she couldn't even feel it anymore. I posted once on how everybody had their masks, and maybe, just maybe, the world would be a better place if we dropped our masks all at once, agreed to peer out from behind these protective shells at the same time, stopped the games. But you couldn't do that forever. You couldn't do that all the time. If everybody, every day, were exactly as they looked... if everything in the world was exactly as it seemed, no secrets anywhere... why, the world would be such a boring place. I think I may just die of boredom.
Humans are such contradictory creatures.
Some days I want to laugh and some days I want to cry, but I don't know why.
On a complete non-sequitur, I have a question for everybody:
Why do people play games with one another? What is it about a human relationship that necessitates this? Games are fun, games are challenging, they provide mystery, thrill, excitement; if somebody drops the game, it's like when you were little and the one kid gets really upset and says "I'm not playing anymore!" and ruins everybody else's fun. What a spoilsport, what a wet blanket, what a bore. But why? I was listening to my friend spill her woes yesterday and it sounded so painful and it made me wonder why sometimes people can't just be a little more honest to each other, but the irony is this: when you try to be honest, what you try to be honest about vanishes. It disappears. People only want what they can't get. The meaning in what she's looking for only lies in the pain, the difficulty - if she got it all at once the meaning would diminish so fast she couldn't even feel it anymore. I posted once on how everybody had their masks, and maybe, just maybe, the world would be a better place if we dropped our masks all at once, agreed to peer out from behind these protective shells at the same time, stopped the games. But you couldn't do that forever. You couldn't do that all the time. If everybody, every day, were exactly as they looked... if everything in the world was exactly as it seemed, no secrets anywhere... why, the world would be such a boring place. I think I may just die of boredom.
Humans are such contradictory creatures.
