Why do we lie to ourselves.
The times we try to experience "the world"
Is only a lie we play in order to pretend we've seen the other side.
We haven't.
We have only tasted a change in our own routines, that taste just exotic enough to have us believe we have experienced a radical new change.
Our leisure time has become that of self pity.
A new place to have "fun" until the sun comes up.
And when it does we shuffle back to where we came from and advertise our experience to the world.
What a concept.
Have we become so shallow? Have we sunk so low, that we honest to god believe that it means something?
Someday you wake up and it's the last time you think this way.
Some never grow out of it.
I'll surely never understand it.