"The Case of the Fake People"
It's Monday morning and I can't really sleep. I think I'm pretty much disturbed by the fact that I'm surrounded by fake people, sure you can argue that naturally being the goddess-in-training (TM) I am, I'd naturally place myself "above" everyone else. No - everyone isn't beneath me. I don't feel that way. Not today anyway.
Fake people make lame efforts to cover their arses when they think they've hurt someone. It really doesn't matter if they did hurt someone or not. It's just the way they react to the situation that really, really gripes me. They do this pathetic dance of excuses that don't really make sense in the first place, delivering more room more mistakes and thus it makes me wonder if they really are that stupid or if they are all self destructive inDUHviduals that are truly trying to push the envelope of stupidity.
Fake people point out the most obvious of things. Yes, - I know some people do that for conversation sake, but only fake people can execute statements of the obvious with the conviction of a mysterious revelation.
There are most occasions when I can just sit there and exist among people. I don't understand why I endure such humanities, but I do. I eat, I breathe, and they'd chatter over my head in their strange tones and themes of conversation. They do so because that is the only thing they know how to do. They live the way they know how. "It's all so shallow." I can hear those words echo in my head over and over again when I'm amongst them, listening to what they have to say.
I probably lack social skills to be among the norms, or rather the drive to feel the need to fit amongst them. I do realize that I have so much more to offer the world then idle chatter. These people to function for idle chatter, the world needs them to make people who have things to say stand out. I'm still part of it - mostly, but when I am, I'm tortured by the fact that I have surrounded myself with fake people. I should change my crowd, I really should - IF I feel this way, but they are good souls and I know they try to do the right thing. I'm not into abandoning my "friends". I just wish I was with people who were like me. I want to be with people who don't make racist jokes, or are homophobic or state the obvious. I want to be with people who can carry on an intellectual conversation without falling into the "to each his own" argument or the "hitting the straw man" fallacies. I want to be with people with convictions about their thoughts, passions and those who approach life with an open heart and mind. I'm not physically amongst them now. I'm reminded of that today.
Deep inside, I know that I'm asking for too much.
