I've found it increasingly that the things I thought I was missing out on are nothing special.
The people, their lived experiences, their actions, thoughts, and feelings are all the same.
There is no new dimension or added experience to care about.
People are so breathtakingly simple, their flaws, their quirks, their obsessions are so easily displayed.
I struggle to not show my contempt at their nature yet and what of it?
Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 11:11 PM UTC
I've found it increasingly that the things I thought I was missing out on are nothing special.
The people, their lived experiences, their actions, thoughts, and feelings are all the same.
There is no new dimension or added experience to care about.
People are so breathtakingly simple, their flaws, their quirks, their obsessions are so easily displayed.
I struggle to not show my contempt at their nature yet and what of it?
